Listening to her snoring is like watching the stars. You know what to expect in hotel bars. He finished the book so I could carry it on. I probably won’t write you, but I will dance to our song. Across from her bed I don’t want to sleep. I break our hearts again, and again, when I leave.
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Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment 
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i don’t think i mentioned how much this entry means to me. te quiero tanto la
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yo tambien, sobre los ambos puntos ❤️🩹
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