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Entre el espacio que nos separa pareciera que nunca hubiera pasado algo y es que quien eres tú, que con los dedos pintas estrellas en el cielo. Con los mismos que pintabas colores en mí todo ser... dedos que así no estuvieran cruzados, no saltaban su agarre porque estaban siempre juntos. Siempre...All Rights Reserved

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