CERRADO POR FUERA

ayamlearsiApril 8, 2020

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CERRADO POR FUERA

written by: ayamlearsi

@ayamlearsi

Cuarto abandonado,
habitación suspensa,
cerrado por fuera,
esperando,
deseando, que lo de adentro se torne en vacío.

Las horas como hormigas entran en fila por debajo de la puerta buscando algo,
y salen en fila por debajo de la puerta llevando pedazos de día y noche a cuestas.

El hombre que ya no es hombre, el hombre que ya es despojos, las mira a través de sus cuencas vacías.

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