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La soledad del cuerpo.
La sombre yace
Ojos de Porcelana fría
La boca tirante, reseca.
Manos que entrelazaban anhelos
Que no volverán a ver la luz
Pies distantes
Preparados para la tierra
Alimento de gusanos.
El alma cadente
Se desprende del cuerpo
Que solo queda.
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