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Jun 2016
My first broken heart was big.
I thought I would't want to love again.
But it proves me wrong.
I'd love to love.

The next thief of my heart,
I will attack you harder.

I'll attack you with my love.
I'll blow you the wildest kisses,
on the red sofa
by the window.

We won't need fancy stuff
to be the happiest creatures.
Because when we are together,
I'll be a happy Sam.

The one you will always love.
Tuesday 14, 2016
Written by
Joz  Singapore
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