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funeral poem

cuando las horas del día se numeran
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
él incluso tendría su broma

 



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