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mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
quién ama la lluvia
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
dije
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
estaba parado
suavemente ahora la luz del día
le detesté
como baja el igualar

 



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