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Nov 2017
Escarbas tu frente
para sacar ese recuerdo
incurable de tu mente,
la sangre cae y ensucia
el tapete, quemándolo.
William
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William  17/M/Mérida, Venezuela
(17/M/Mérida, Venezuela)   
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