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Feb 2015
It was like,
waiting for a bus
to pass by you,
holding an ice
until it melts
on your hand.

It was like,
saving a random stranger
and not asking
for anything in return.

It was like,
getting a tattoo
to satisfy your wants
even if you know
it will hurt so much.

That's Love.
Written by
   Havran and ---
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