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532 latidos me quedaban de cordura hasta ayer.
Te los llevaste casi todos vos.
Me queda uno solo.
Como un perfume,
los llevás puestos,
mientras te traga la escalera,
diluyendo en tu estela,
la luz,
a mí,
a todo.
Cero.
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