Debajo de la luna
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Vos crees en la teoría de que toda persona que llega a tu vida esta para enseñarte para después marcharse, yo en cambio me asusta que la gente se vaya a ir. A veces te observo y siento que somos dos polos opuestos. Vos te expresas como un tornado arrasas con todo a vece me sorprende tu inteligencia y como sobrellevas todo, estas jodida pero es imposible no verte sobresalís entre toda la multitud, podría contarte una y mil veces las historias de las cuales hablamos debajo de la luna solo vos y yo mirando al océano, con un par de botellas.
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