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Jul 2016
A curve.
A movement of lips.
A therapy for forehead knots.

Sometimes, it is all about you--
and then it becomes a movement of my lips, creating a curve up to my cheeks.

This is a habit.
When I think of you, I smile.
Written by
Fumi Himawari  26/F/Philippines
(26/F/Philippines)   
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   Kara Jean
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