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Apr 2013
Cuando estas muerto,
quiero su alma para mio.
Porque su alma es como el sol
Sin caprichos

I want to know your soul as my own.
I want you to haunt me.
The radiance and beauty of
you is blinding.
Still tinkering with this one.
See also Sin Caprichos
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