PRIMITIVISMOS

cuando veía mis vísceras

¿o era mi esfínter?

tú cobrabas vida

lucha entre comillas

para la cual doblegas

sin encontrar revuelta

tristemente mermas

Posted by primitivismos

Filed in Poesía

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