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july july july she lays your head above my thighs when you were born the sky was clear white the number of twenty doesn't seem so small left left left we shared the same smell to the east we went; through nature we never spent my tongue ache to whichever way you take

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zouhr

24 / Jakarta

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Written by

zouhr

24 / Jakarta

Published

Aug 29, 2018

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1m

Notes: made this just after the month end
Tags: #heartbreak

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