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Song lyrics, short stories and sober thoughts for independent thinkers
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Verano de plástico
Se abre la veda
corra corra
señor hortera
acontezca ya
la exhibición
de atrocidades
Absorbed el sol
drenad el mar
tornad inmundo
todo lo bello
lo natural
será artificial
el aire cortará
como un cristal
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