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nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
escuche
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
sueño dulce en sus sepulcros humildes
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
y pan del breaketh no más
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
una milla detrás

 



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