Memorias
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Last published Sun, Nov 13, 2016
Lo que narre no es algo específico simplemente son frases que atraen recuerdos.
Y tal ves a ti al igual que a mí llegue un sentimiento olvidado, a si sea de un amor perdido en el tiempo o un momento importante que marcó tu vida.
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