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Paratextos
Cuervos
RETURNING
Red is the color of the night of the massacred
Me parecería
carmela (5 weeks old)
Bloodless Field
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
From fairest creatures we desire increase
El retorno maléfico
Ode to Old Friends in the Corner Booth at Applebee’s
Poem made by the afternoon
El poema lo hacía la tarde
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