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Oct 2016
Done thinking you are the one
Hate to see you cry alone
Weeping inside a dark room
That hurts so bad, even after my doom

You've been placing bouquets
Every day, I try to reach out
I could smell the Blue Lady you spray
And the Jasmine flowers you wear
Love you babe...
   - from my grave
Mane Omsy
Written by
Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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   Jazeera and Doug Potter
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