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soy una mujer
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
los días hypocritic
no me quemo ningún incienso
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
los pequeños rezos blancos
dije
me pregunto donde usted vive
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
como vela blanca
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad

 



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