llena de murmullos esta noche,
acaricia mis muslos, navega nuevas sensaciiones.
ama sin el tabu de las ideas.
por que lo digo? si ya no existe nada,
sino un suspiro apenas perceptible
qe naufraga inqieto,
se rompe con el temblor de ramas secas
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