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daughter poem

dios
cuando usted viene esta noche
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
nosotros que estaban parados
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
porqué lo haga
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
lo vi una vez antes

 



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