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Incorrecto

Sentí todo, y todo no fue lo correcto. "Sin importancia", decías, pero tus labios hablaron en tu honor aquella noche. Evito que tus manos sigan recorriendo mi ser, aunque sigo siendo espectadora de tu deseo, de nuestro deseo, impulsado por la luz de la luna.

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