Mentiroso...
Tus ojos se desvían,
Yo no estoy ahí.
Pero ella si,
Con su minifalda,
Nueva y planchada.
Histerica,
Esas fueron tus palabras,
Lo sabia,
Mentiroso.
No se si llorar por tu perdida,
O enojarme porque nunca te tuve.
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