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May 2016
We held hands at grungy cafes and we tasted food like no other.
We kissed for hours and plan for the future.
We argued and argued for days and sometimes for weeks.
We kept our ***** secrets and cry for our own pain.
Saltnoon
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Saltnoon  Malaysia
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