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Jan 2015
I rarely see her,
  but when I do,
    oh when I do,
       it's like the oceans
         found my heart
            and won't stop
               drowning me.

I rarely see her,
   but my love,
     oh my love,
        it grows more
           and more,
              I can feel flowers
                 in my lungs.

And I know how much she loved flowers
Kim Denise
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Kim Denise  24/F/Philippines
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