Beloved Days
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Última publicación vie, feb 18, 2022
On that fine day, we breath the same air, we walk the same pathways and bump each others existence in the middle of the field. Is there any significance of this feelings of mine to the questions for this unending love i have for you? Should i conduct a study so i can show and prove to you the percentage of my love that blooms on that one fine day in my life.
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