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amor amoradolescente andolescente juvenil romance

Hay quienes al soplar una pestaña caída piden un deseo, que en campos verdes buscan un trébol de cuatro hojas ,de los más comunes son los que piden un deseo cada año soplando las velas de sus cumpleaños, los que miran al cielo para encontrar un estrella fugaz para pedir su deseo , quienes cuando vemos que la hora de nuestro móvil son cuatro números que coinciden besamos las pantallas pensando en lo que deseamos.
Yo te deseaba tanto que fuiste mi deseo en las veinticuatro horas del día y tú fuiste ese deseo que me hizo darme cuenta de que hay que tener cuidado con lo que deseamos , porque a veces se hace realidad.Todos los derechos reservados

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