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Medito en la ausencia
delirante, loca, idiota.
Mi cuerpo desnudo
acaricia con recelo el tiempo:
temerosa al destino, te dejo marchar.
Dejando atrás la tarde muda.
Dejando atrás la noche trémula.
Enlutando lo que me resta de sangre.
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