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Poesía de fin de década

FandangoSalazar

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Reads 474
Votes 53
Parts 50
Time 17m

FandangoSalazar

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Algunos poemas en verso libre que he escrito entre 2017 - 2019. Tratan diversos temas y son originales, de mi propiedad. 

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