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Jun 2016
I once felt tickles
Tickles of love, with an innocent mind
A child seeking for the bright moon
Like a flower move towards the sun
My heart once more try to reach love
Because this is a topic of survival
Survival for my own heart.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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