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Feb 2015
She sleep without my arms
Laying beneath her head
The firm black pillow

I wonder what she dream about
When I'm not around
My sweet strong-will angel

I lose love, every  second apart_
Time is a thief, but I can't complain
Cause soon he favors us more...

® André Pinnock
27-Feb-2015
Andre Pinnock
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Andre Pinnock  33/M/St. Andrew
(33/M/St. Andrew)   
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