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Jan 2016
I painted my nails blue so every time you're holding it.
It's like you're dipping your hands in the depth of a rare blueberry ocean.  

While on the other hand, it was ice mint so you don't have to look for antartic ocean. It's now beneath your hands.
-poembornwithfeet-
elea
Written by
elea  Manila, Ph
(Manila, Ph)   
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