Rosas y margaritas
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Dernière publication lun., déc. 21, 2020
Todo vacío sin ti, de nada me sirve todo lo que tengo, nada me llena el corazón. Si, hubo y habrá alguien más, pero la idea de ti, del qué hubiera pasado, permanecen y me atormentan...
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