Las puertas arden en un arrebato de soledad

jueves, octubre 12, 2023

 Las puertas arden en un arrebato de soledad cada mañana se extinguirá la vida en su ciega lucidez bruma en permanecía no recogida en el ahora del futuro repleto de noches como es costumbre en aquellos tiempos donde acaban las miradas perdidas del tiempo acorralada rama

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