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told me that hair gets caught in drain mildew bent like an overladen fruit tree
crosses the nameless stream pero esto no me importa como el rio que bordea
tus ingles sus hugos que huellen del melon pasado socorro vaya palabras mas
estupidas desbordandome con todo este eloquencia y sangre. you carry it well.
he being right. your breasts were perky. the fruit was ripe. autumn was coming.

ezequiel, realmente un poema confuso, pero un buen intento.

Un saludo cordial de Jaime