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Última publicación jue, ene 24, 2013
A lost lover leaves her beloved in order to find good work as though it dint start out this way. They long for each other while the beloved is going insane because her love wont come back to her. So she writes this poem to get it out hoping the pages should understand her. Enjoy. VOTE VOTE VOTE !!!
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