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Sep 2015
I no longer hear your heartbeat , if it is the end of my way, if I cant be with you. I can no more, no sense always look back , if you're not here. and that I am a very traditional man , who smiles for thinking of you and me. And that's you , like something out of an ******* igloo in search of a prince who is not me , shoot me in the heart!
Ivan
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Ivan  Mexico City
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