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Oct 2016
Small eyes
Pale skin
Gentle smile
Warm hands

How you joke
About my joke
And say good morning
When the sun is rising

You are a boy
Who carries such coy

There was a spark in me
Ready to burn
You clinked me open
Just to light your cigarette

And when it's done
You throw the **** on the ground
To be stepped on

You tell me hold on
While you go looking for another pack
Slowly moving a step
As I certainly accept

But I don't know

Confused
Anxious
Curious

I do not know
I do not know
I do not know

I just want to
Get to know you
Alexa Picaulima
Written by
Alexa Picaulima  23/F/Jakarta
(23/F/Jakarta)   
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