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I am fasting from your being,
I make a diet of your kisses,
not even like partridges
because a bird flu
He has been in charge of destroying the good and bad of this story
that I no longer count sheep,
to fall asleep,
now I tell all that
that does not depend on any owner.
What a pity for those who fall asleep,
the current takes him away,
remains stuck in the dead and the inert
let's put an end,
of any happy day,
this is what hope sounds like
facing a bitter farewell
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