Se ensucia el olvido

martes, octubre 17, 2017

Y de pronto la escucha del soporte de la noche. Se ensucia el olvido, amor, perdido en nuestras manos. Perdidos tus labios en las tinieblas, ahora con sus bocas desmedidas. Te amo de dolor, te amo; como mi secreto silencio, recorrido tantas veces en las sombras. Y me desfalleces como un ultraje entre los brazos.

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