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Ongoing, First published Aug 27, 2017
Solo nos miramos frente a frente.
Subimos las manos a la vez y las situamos paralelamente a la misma altura.
Pero no se rozan.
Pero no nos tocamos.
Y no siento un exceso de deseo, tan solo siento una comodidad que no solía sentir ni en soledad.
Yo soy tu espejo.
Tú eres mi espejo.
Somos un espejo.
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