Lágrimas sobre As Páginas
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Last published Tue, Nov 29, 2016
"E, se nos teus olhos eu vir a vida, que a eternidade seja real"
Aqui eu vou postar de vez em quando os meus poemas/poesias/contos. Espero que gostem ♥
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