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Dec 2015
Judge me by my look...
And I will win on your honeymoon.
Confuse me by my goods.
And I will make you reach to the moon...
Spare me by my touch,
and I will guide your to my room.
Read my poems, and I will teach you soon.
I will show you how this will bloom.
And the night will end up in the roof.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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