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Jun 2015
He smoked thrice
which I find not nice
Covering me with tobacco smell
without even ringing the bell

I tried it all
Only to find I can't fall
as you exist there in my mind
making myself not all mine

-- You're occupying it
you and your own beat.
Something I cannot get rid;
an affair which is timid.
(23 June 2015)
Alia Ruray
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Alia Ruray  Yogyakarta, Indonesia
(Yogyakarta, Indonesia)   
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