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memorial poem

porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
lleno esta taza
si era muy seguro
ponemos
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
me pregunto donde usted vive
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
esposa querida
la tierra guarda cierto ir de la vibración
el banquete real fue hecho
flor blanca de la espuma, flor roja de la llama
cómoyo ayude a la derecha al mundo que va mal

 



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