Paraíso Artificial.
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Last published Thu, Feb 13, 2020
El amor no siempre es perfecto, puede ser puro y real, pero ni eso asegura un juntos por siempre. A veces sólo sucede... otras sólo colapsa.
¿de qué tipo será éste amor?
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