Diferentes mundos
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Complete Wed, Sep 18, 20196m
pensar que somos de un solo mundo pero como no saber si provenimos de diferentes lugares diferentes tiempo o tal vez solo es cuestión de un sueño para encontrarnos con alguien especial
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