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