Pudo haber sido y nunca fué


Era una tarde lluviosa de finales del mes de agosto
las gotas derretían las letras hechas con el bolígrafo del amor
se corría la tinta sobre el papel ya marchito
y éste se deshacía hasta no quedar rasto de lo que una vez puedo haber sido y nunca fué

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