vacancy growing perpetually until the grey is characterized as an overwhelming force so vast the idea of 'nothing' becomes the only thing you know of yourself.
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Theme made by Max Davis.
Poesía I
Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca
Cultivo una rosa blanca,
En julio como en enero,
Para el amigo sincero,
Que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca,
El corazón conque vivo,
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo,
Cultivo una rosa blanca.
Jose Marti
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