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Desesperadamente al borde de la locura
Inquieta, quieta, ella, en la noche
O necesariamente se dobló mi destino
Esquivo, escribo, estimo, en la noche
Despojada, sin alma
Con este terrible secreto
Alimentando el abismo de cada rosa
Ingenuamente
Evadiendo al dolor
El esqueleto me tiembla desesperadamente al borde de la angustia.
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