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poem
at times would
, among other things
she solved the riddle
this raft sailing
over waves indolent / rudderless
looking for a horizon that does not bleed
by light extinguishes all stars
and come to perceive the hand
that draws a squiggly line
and confused with the word useless
fragmented into a thousand colors
yearning for a dawn to beat the storm
he could see the abyss
where butterflies burn escaped one night
of Amber, after a dream
in a vain attempt to change its meaning over time
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