Con la  sangre de  un niño  pobre.

in poetry •  6 years ago 

Lo que aguardaba dolorosamente el calor.
Poco a poco nos estamos convirtiendo
Esa mañana de verano, primero pisamos firme
Y mañana por la mañana la horca no me espera.

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