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Nov 2015
My last breath
Has the scent of your hair
As I close my eyes
I catch a glimpse of your face

While my body grows cold
I gradually feel your warmth
I don't mind going to hell
Because here, I felt heaven
Lol, I love you M.J.G.M.
Shan Coralde
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Shan Coralde  phillipines yo!
(phillipines yo!)   
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