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El cuerpo
se torna frío
no hay palpito
la piel morada
enmudece y
desencadena emociones
en un vacío banal
en un vacio del alma
que no es más que
una copa tardia
de horas arremetidas por el ayer
sin tacto
todo deja de latir.
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