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Nov 2017
Didn't I tell you that you're
beautiful as the lights
floating in the city?
Didn't you tell me
that long ago my sight
always varies?
From the the truth
that is so obvious,
but subtle around me.
Baby, I think it's just my love
rising above your
identity
Meghan
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Meghan  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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