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Jul 2015
He always moves his legs
whenever he sits down
like he has this rush
going on in his head
or maybe—just maybe
he’s always ready to run
and left everything
everything he has
so far away
that nobody is able
to stop him
or get him back
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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