A.J. Arroyo
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Éramos cinco, quizá seis o no...
Oyendo músicas distintas
Cubriendonos las mentiras.
Éramos cinco corazones perdidos,
de sociedades perdidas.
Maybe dormidos.
Maybe soñando.
Maybe gritando.
Somos amantes del frío.
A.J. Arroyo.
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