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May 2015
Dried flower of love.
What happen to your beautiful color?
You came from a precious garden.
I chose only the most beautiful one in my eyes.
I chose nothing but the best for you.
Because that's what you are and always will be.
Lost love
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Lost love  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
     Sk Abdul Aziz, Hawa, amelia and Chris
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