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Mar 2012
your eyes soft as the winter sun
and it shines down on me
the wounds from my cuts heal
and your salty beach hits me

the stinging sensation is to die for
it cuts
its burns
but its just what i need


sunday jan 22, 2012 10:57 pm
Sentosa Mam
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Sentosa Mam
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