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Dec 2016
Her gaze once turned my heart to gold
Now my craze to hold her is being cold
I felt the heat before I swear
I've known her much, now I fear
The lust would melt and ooze inside
Not rich in confessions, from my side
Pardon love, you deserve better
I'll step aside, let you feel better
Do not think about me after the tradegy I've been through.. please move on sweatheart, you deserve better
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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