Start writing for free on quadernoDaviana Orlok
Tengo la Luna en la taza
El dia quemando mi garganta
Tu halo instalado en mi almohada
Unas lagrimas de plata en mi palma
Esta tinta morada para protegerme del infierno
Una ilusion delgada trepada a la espalda.
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(Agosto 2026)
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