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Dec 2015
only the sound of the rain
and the beat of my heart
there he was
standing in front of my door
soaking wet to the floor
maybe it was a mirage
from the cold I was having
even so
his ice-cold touch
were melting my fever lips
when he asked me
to love him with all I am
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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