π¬πΊπππΎ α―β
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βΉ πβππΆπ³π¦ππππ βΊ Suspiros lentos, memorias tibias y tardes encantadas. En los mΓ‘rgenes de lo visible dejo que la magia me encuentre y vuelva a (re)nacer.
at the heart of Dalton
c'mon, spill your secrets π
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