<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:03.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R. D. Anazasi Poesia</title><subtitle type='html'>Lea las poesias de R D Anazasi online unicamente aqui. Dificilmente encontrara poesias que hablen de amor aqui,  ya que mi tema favorito es la muerte.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R. D. Anazasi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LeNHjVNx01s/R8Y1MA__vFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/G-ZB43QqRY8/S220/chilling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-114347710873309153</id><published>2006-03-27T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:31:48.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La muerte</title><content type='html'>En mi muñeca sus labios me tientan&lt;br /&gt;La beso en su sonrisa sangrienta&lt;br /&gt;La pruebo y sabe a vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;La tiento y a la vez me tienta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rdanazasi.blogspot.com
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