1745 9 4
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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1060 6 3
|
i thirst always
for that poetic mouthful
|
664 13 10
|
You rise dressed in peach
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43 2 1
|
A fist against a table made of sand
|
985 1 1
|
They’re exhuming Pablo Neruda
To put his old bones to the test
Determine if he was murdered
At the Capitalists’ request.
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175 13 10
|
in a world of men too drunk
with competitive contempt
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