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porque se me pasa la vida
soles sin encuentros
me enfrento a la luna, la invito a tomar café
se pasan las horas
las sábanas tatúan mi piel, eso pasa
pasan los autos, pasan las horas
la gente se mueve y me pasan
yo sigo acá, atornillada, atormentada, por la nostalgia
eso pasa, que la vida me pasa,
me pesa.
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