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suicide poem

no éramos muchos
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
como vela blanca
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
para la verdad, para el amor
le hizo ven siempre un cocodrilo
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
arqueó la inundación

 



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