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This is not poetry
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Hablo español y íngles. Claro! Es un problema en mi corazón. No soy una poeta en español pero intento. Mis palabras no son hermosas o líricas. Debo pensar en las palabras apropiadas. Nunca sé si correctos.
Temo palabras. Yes, I am afraid of words. Posted by Utopia at May 9, 2006 11:49 AM Commentshola Posted by: doom at May 10, 2006 03:18 PM my blog misses you. :( Posted by: Vesper at May 10, 2006 09:48 PM Post a comment |
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