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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
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Category: Writing and Poetry
En su vida ella extrañaba un amor, en su amor, el extrañaba vivir. El era un extraño que cada día miraba por la ventana, ella una extraña que cada noche sentía una mirada...Extrañamente el destino los estaba uniendo. Ambos sabian que era extraño...
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