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Un d铆a
el dolor me atraves贸 el cuerpo
y se instal贸
en el coraz贸n.
Las pastillas no pueden matarlo,
ni calmarlo.
No me dejan ser madre,
tampoco hija
solo puedo ser coraz贸n
roto.
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