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El limbo

Posted on 05/05/201608/03/2022 by Lo.cura

Son esas alas cortadas,
esos ojos vendados,
esas caricias no dadas.
Es la aventura imaginada,
el beso anhelado.
Son ilusiones congeladas.
Y una fábrica abandonada.

Y un niño que mira,
expectante ante un reloj parado.

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Creative type with a focus on writing and, sometimes, digital abstract art. I can't muster enough energy to be fully myself, but, oh well... Life only happens once.

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Creative type with a focus on writing and, sometimes, digital abstract art. I can't muster enough energy to be fully myself, but, oh well... Life only happens once.

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