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Jan 2015
i'm still in love with a boy
born in the hottest days of summer
with hair as wild as the winds of the north.

the boy with a heart of gold
and the soul of a small child.

the boy who could probably be a time traveller
in his next life,
just inches away from the galaxies
of his imagination.
i should stop
soliloquist
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soliloquist  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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