entidades hoy nací máquina y no tengo que dormir en el ruido de la función sin alma. Poesía Nihilista Share this: Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
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