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soy fevered
hay tres maneras de las cuales los hombres toman
ese año
en todas las cosas no habladas de
ciudad que no es una ciudad
vea, de esta falsificación de él
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
dios
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
la noche era negra y drear
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol

 



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