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Jul 2017
When i look into the window of my eye,
What a gentle breeze it blows,
Keeping an handles in my face,
Then i know it was a dream.

What a wonderful day like this,
When i get up on my feet,
all i could think,
is build a temple of skin.
Oluwamurewa
Written by
Oluwamurewa  31/M/Plateau Nigeria
(31/M/Plateau Nigeria)   
130
   Madeon
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