Amore 18 aprile 2011 · lettura 1 min · 1011 letture

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there are loves who living in the mind or others they are like wind they exist and die as butterflies of one day there are loves who hoping only into your own but equally are great at last there are dreams that come back to disturb your sleep if you not have forgot her eyes

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