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Jul 2015
It isn't late I guess..
Its just 3 am..
I am not alone for I have  a guest..
It brought its friends...those became my bests
pain was shy.but regret was hard
Tears were there,to sing to my heart...
My door is open,for any guest may come
Gypsy Soul
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Gypsy Soul  23/M/Tipaza
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