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Sep 2015
From the very start, you were holding my hand
locking them tightly each and everyday
then at some point they loosen up
and I hate that so I try my best to fix them

now, our hand grip is different;
it’s close and very comforting
it’s warm and encouraging
it’s yours and mine becoming ours

it’s in the stage where we can clearly see
what we’re sharing together is
more than the selfishness of oneself
and past way up the capacity of love itself
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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