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Feb 2016
Every time people ask about my dream,
I told them about you.
All you've got,
All you've not.

Every time they ask about my fantasy,
I told them about you,
Every little details about you,
Every little thing you do.

But then,
Every time I fall in love,
I hope it was you.


Philia
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Philia
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   --- and Jesica
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