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Jul 2017
fireworks never amuse me
it's just like watching colored smoke up in the skies.
but then you came along,
and became that colored smoke in my life.

i know you won't do any good for me
but i would still choose to inhale you
to keep you alive
inside of me.
Written by
Kristine  19/F/PH
(19/F/PH)   
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     ryn, --- and Rosalind Heather Alexander
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