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Nov 2015
I was holding on his rough hand
as if I'm reading the map of his journey
I was looking inside his eyes
that vividly lead me to the world unknown

I was quietly asking for his warmth
and he was gently granting my wish
whilst covering me like blanket
his perfume lingers until I fell asleep
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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