Cuando las palabras no encuentran la boca,
estas se transforman en muecas, caras o bombas.
Todas substituyen las palabras en hora de la ruptura de mi rosa.
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Author:
Niko Papadatos (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2025 20:41
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Comments1
Sometimes words can not be found and seem to burst forth in other ways. A lovely write
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