Ojos de yema.Dientes de botella rota.
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La puerta entreabierta,
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3 comments:
no tienes piernas,
sólo eres un muro con sombras.
Los síntomas son más bien de deshidratación crónica...¿Presenta el "signo del pliegue"?
Alebrije sin colores de tus sueños...
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