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our last and final dance
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Continúa, Has publicado feb 05, 2021
I still remember how our love started and How it ended because of me.

I still remember your hand intertwined with mine.
I still remember your angelic voice singing at night.
I still remember your gorgeous smile as we dance.
But I dont remember being informed that, that were our last and final dance.


A/n:
Typographical error ahead. 
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Sana magustuhan nyo
I made this story because Im bored so why not try and read it dba? Joke. Basta ENJOYYY
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