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Tus ojos tristes de niño;
profundos, claros, color chocolate.
Tu rostro en donde el tiempo
ha esculpido, esmeradamente,
con cincel de años las experienc..."
"
**¿Qué es vivir?**
Que qué es vivir? Vivir es nacer, crecer,pasar el tiempo absurdamente,malgastar las emociones presentes.Yacer.
Si a nacer volver pudiera,an..."
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