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Nov 2016
And then I notice the glance of your image,
Stricking that is almost unreal,
Glayse through the mist of morning,
It gives that butterfly feeling with mistirious in mind,
Who shall i name "she",
For that, there  is you,
Wating to open the fragile heart,
To say what need to be spoken.

To the one who love:
Written by
kolo
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