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Statistiques de l'histoire
Fiche technique & mises à jour
Première publication
15 de novembro de 2009
Dernière mise à jour
15 de novembro de 2009
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Português (Brasil)
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A collection of poems written by me. Poetry from random moments and intense feelings. Author's Note: Hi! These poems were written many years ago. It was a small but interesting experience. I hope you have a good read. Comment. I appreciate it. Kisses :D
A ideia do livro é contar a história de duas pessoas que construíram uma conexão especial, mas que, entre escolhas, circunstâncias e sentimentos não expressados, acabaram se afastando. Uma história sobre amor, saudade, lembranças e a dificuldade de aceitar que alguém tão próximo pode se tornar tão distante.





