te doy tres segundos,
despues tendrás que irte.
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Por G a las 7:46 PM
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Ronroneos
- puedo escribir los versos más cursis esta noche,
- caminar temblando de frío
- lectura densa,
- la encontré del otro lado de la calle
- donde hubo fuego,
- un tendedero para las mordidas
- ya no cenizas los días,
- cuando ya no hay backspace
- semilla
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