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Dec 2016
Tangled fingers,
between our mingled air,
with our tangled thoughts,
and our hearts in tears.
We won't let go,
and for that we'll die.
But sometimes, loving someone
means you're willing to give up your life.
A little confusing.
Ravanna Dee
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Ravanna Dee  20/F
(20/F)   
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