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May 2016
This is the fear of:

tripping (1);
walking (2);
smelling (3);
feeling (4);

(1) into
(2) towards
(3) the fragrant
(4) as if

(1, 2) a home with no love.
(3) scent of blood of those we neglect.
(4) I was the one wrong in this affair - even though I'm the child.
surei
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surei  Indonesia
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