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nunca me sacío vivo con el deseo eterno, me enfermo somatizo todo lo que pienso, maldigo el talismán que cargan mis sentimientos, quieren la carne prohibida que me convirtió en cuervo.
que caótico el sentirme en tu piel, me siento carne de tu carne aunque nos separe tu miel, con vos me despojo de lo que conozco, tuve una cita con mis miedos y solo veo tu rostro.
que loco, solo te escribo con lágrimas en los ojos, me victimizo ante mi ego y me responde con enojos, me encarnizo con el de adentro ese que no me sale, el que te entrega su mundo para ser tus puntos cardinales.
dejame solo dejame solo quiero darle fin al ruido ruín que me hace vivir como infame,
dejame.... solo dejame, solo soy un corazón roto que pide a gritos que lo amen.
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Pyro
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