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las horas se pasan entre fantasías eternas
soñando con el sabor de tu boca
miradas telepáticas, mentiras seductoras
tus manos cálidas, mi piel estremeciéndose
tus peculiares maneras cuando me veías por primera vez
tu perfume embriagando mi memoria
sos un recuerdo quemándome,
persigo sombras en la fila del tren
anhelando encontrarte como aquella vez
sin querer
queriendo
queriéndote.
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