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Mentiras

Hoy estamos aquí y no importa que sigas tan linda como desde que te conocí, no importa lo que piensas, no importa lo que hagas. Hoy somos instinto, hoy somos sólo carne y deseo, sudor y tiempo, hoy somos heridas abiertas.
Hoy estamos aquí, atrapados en nuestra piel, sintiendo lo que hace tanto tiempo no habíamos podido sentir, buscando un poco de cariño en donde jamás lo podremos encontrar. Sabemos que la noche terminará pronto, pero nos esforzamos por buscar en el infierno un poco de paz para sobrevivir mañana.
Hoy estamos aquí, engañándonos uno al otro, jurándonos frente al corazón una vida que terminará mañana, esperando un suspiro que se evaporará en el aire, pero alimentando nuestros anhelos, cada vez más insaciables.
Hoy estamos aquí y no importa qué tan alto o que tan fuerte gritemos, no importan tus vuelos en el aire viciado ni mis demostraciones de audacia marchita, no importan las promesas, no importan los sueños, no importa el corazón…
Hoy estamos aquí, mintiéndonos.

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