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Oct 2015
when I rest within his hug,
I knew there were too many girls
who were held inside these arms
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
too many of them
and while he's losing count,
I am losing confidence
because I might end up forgotten
just as easy as those numbers
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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