The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats. — César Vallejo
The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats. — César Vallejo
The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats. — César Vallejo
The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats. — César Vallejo
The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats. — César Vallejo
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The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats.

— César Vallejo
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