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I see the fossil
and the chalk
the white of
the eyes that gyrates
in her hand a
red flower that opens
that multiplies
on undulating expanses
with white
flowers, with strawberries
of gold she
remains like a stagnant tide.
YOU CAN READ MY BOOK "PETALS IN THE AIR". HERE'S THE LINK https://a.co/d/0eKsK2gk
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