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Jun 2015
The perfumed smell of your breath
The darkness of your hair
The pleasant fragrance of your skin
With all of these in concert
Will anyone around you
Survive?
Survive, for the next moment
Without LOVING you?
Must be either a machine
or a life-less being...
NOT me...!
Melancholy of Innocence
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Melancholy of Innocence  Planet Earth
(Planet Earth)   
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   Haley Lorish
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