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Jun 2015
I have a consuming flame
Inside me that keeps on
Burning things that cannot burn
And I have a thing about
Standing on the edge of a cliff
And shout at the storm
Until I slipped and fell
Stupid?
It could be my middle name
At least I tried
To melt your walls
And have faith
On the thread of
False hopes you spun
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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