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vi a un señor regar las plantas en la vereda,
les hablaba bajito como si fueran nietas.
yo me quedé ahí, medio escondida,
escuchando sin querer una ternura que no era mía.
me dieron ganas de cuidar algo,
aunque sea a mí.
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