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Apr 2016
Always end up near you,
A fine line away from your touch,
It never quite gets there,
Because my morals are too much

Instead we stare into each other,
That's when my hopes fly high,
But in the end I figure out that
I've just been misleading my own mind
MM
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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   Joshua Haines
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