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En un mundo alterno
Sos mi cortázar y yo tu pizarnik,
Él siempre la alentaba a seguir,
Le decía que la quería viva.
Ella, tan depresiva,
Siempre melancólica no pudo
Darle el gusto y se dejo vencer.
En sus cartas veo un poco de mí.
-MILU
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