No fueron dagas,
No fueron espadas,
Son palabras largas
Que destrozan almas.
Vi un espejo,
Pero no su reflejo,
No tenía color,
Pero si dolor.
Escalofrío con vacío
Recuerdos como rocío,
Al borde del abismo,
Conocerse a si mismo.
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