The funeral

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LECTURAS 27
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Partes 1
Hora <5 minutes

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its a poem about funeral, in which the person was not ready to face reality and he was thinking all drama untill he hits reality!Todos los derechos reservados

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A Funeral
mar, feb 12, 2019

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A Funeral
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