Pero no de ti
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Last published Wed, Sep 8, 2021
Despistadamante, en noches iguales a esas. En dónde mi contemplación hace momentos de sana cordura, imagino que ella está aquí; en la cercanía de ésta escritura. Dedicándole palabras que nunca le diré. Ella es mi maldición y a la vez mi salvación, porque de manera casi mágica, casi hiriente le vuelvo a recitar mi mejor poema titulado PERO NO DE TI....
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