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Perdóname por no pensar en los detalles,

la subjetividad me tortura.

La expectativa ajena es la certidumbre

sobre la que me niego a descansar,

y en esta subversión silenciosa

miro día a día cómo se marchita la piel.

A tus ojos soy toda una experta

en sufrir sin causa aparente.

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