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Feb 2015
The ocean breeze blew,
As we cycle as a perfect two,
The rocks were there for us to share,
And the tree thought we were a perfect pair.

So there I sat on a tree branch,
You hit me hard like an avalanche.
Wishing that you'll forever be mine,
Another you, I will never find.
The Moon
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The Moon  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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