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Jun 2016
there is this boy whom I once knew
he craved my heart butterflies tattoo

whenever we kissed,
those butterflies flew

but as cold as snow,
he left me blue

yet in the mention of his name,
those butterflies still fly too
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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