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halloween poem

amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
estos corazones fueron tejidos de alegrías y de cuidados humanos
camino abajo de las trayectorias del jardín
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
ella estalló el vino feroz

 



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