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Mar 2015
tremble, tremble
love is a word stuck in my throat
and your name is sitting on top of my lungs

three and a half minutes are never enough
duration of frustrated screams
i can't believe you didn't know
about truth slipping between my lips

crumple, crumple
love is a word that's only written
and your name is the title of my journal
rey
Written by
rey  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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