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Y qué bien se está aquí sentado, perdí todo dolor y malestar, los crujidos de mis huesos se convirtieron en música que sigue el compas de mis movimientos, el á..."
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Y no te conozco, pero desde entonces te vi con las comisuras de mis ojos, cruzando la calle, mientras, mirándome fijamente como si supieses que era yo aun sin ..."
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