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Oct 2015
As desperate as the king might be
I've walked around your world
like walking on thin ice
I've tasted your words
hot and sweet, like sugar and spice
I miss your touch on my skin
soft, cool and electric
Distance means nothing to this king
Yet it means so much to his heart
because he crave for his #Queen
because he crave for that divine art
Deadman Roam
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   Earl Jane
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