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Lunes, 24 de mayo de 2010. D e s p l i e g u e roto. 914 a. m. No hay comentarios. Lunes, 17 de mayo de 2010. Goce veloz, inmensidad. Absurda entropía caer abrazados. Pone fin al ego. Fuera del rio cabe. 848 a. m. No hay comentarios. Viernes, 14 de mayo de 2010. 206 p. m. No hay comentarios. Miércoles, 28 de abril de 2010. 1117 p. m. No hay comentarios. Lunes, 12 de abril de 2010. Bajo manso en tus brazos. Frío whisky derramo sobre tu vulva. Tumor ácido del héroe ciego. 754 a. m.CONTENT
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