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Dec 2015
Thinking about love,
While I walk over clouds of flowers.
While thinking to **** the devil.
I hid behind the sun, so I can be untouched.
I stare back to earth, just to be with you,
but I cannot escape from this reality...
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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