Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

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Nonsense Poem

I brought you a rose,

which you set on fire

inside a glass box.

You got drunk and went

out with me in a

state of confusion.

I started drinking,

filling glass after

glass with red wine.

But there was no fire

and there was no glass.