Start writing for free on quaderno| Danaeé Constanza
viento en la cara
un poco desesperada
jugando a ser motoquera
agarrada a tu espalda
no importaba nada
un día te fuiste
tan rápido
que no lo sentí
me quedé mirando
el polvo
que dejó tu moto
con el corazón
roto.
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