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Rafael Pérez Estrada

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One of her nipples was red, tepid, carnal; the other, blue, looked
made for death's caress. They also brought to mind the luxuri-
ous faucets of a porcelain tub.

There's a story of a woman who was devoured by the moon. It's
said that her cries were made of silver.