Un día con su sombra
How did find you, I say me smoke. How was falling when the air was clean and was another huge pupil taking us. How I found, just found one a day with its shadow, I say that air, hopscotch, smoke, death, death really serious and because of that coming from every gesture, a neighbor of my step that crossed your path. And then we were distracted.
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