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hijas del tiempo
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
hace mil años silenciosos
si era muy seguro
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
caído tan
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
no éramos muchos
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
tristemente hablando

 



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