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Sep 30, 2013
l'apres-midi d'un foehn
For a while, I wish I could fly, as free as those plastics did so high.
Like there's no burden, no pain, no tears.
Then I realized, I did fly.
There, with you holding my hands.
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Ikra Amesta
October 4, 2013 at 8:16 PM
hey, you stole words from my lover's text
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ratri kendra
October 4, 2013 at 8:38 PM
or maybe your lover stole it from me, dear ;)
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hey, you stole words from my lover's text
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