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Jun 2015
Its you....
That tickle my tummy that much
The one that make me giggle
The one that make me made a strange high pitch voices
The one that make me up all night and wondering all day
Its your hair
Its your smile
Its your scent
Its your move

I was wondering
How could i possibly let myself stop thinking of you..
Being here..
With me..
scateredwound
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scateredwound  Indonesia
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   Miriam
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