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Jun 2015
You know,
Every time someone
Who looks like you,
Even just merely a tiny bit of you
Stands in front of me,
Sits near me,
Walks towards me,
Talks behind me in your tone,

My heart still skips a beat.
Written by
alexlano  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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