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Nov 2017
When the sun sets and the city dies, my memories of you come alive like a rainbow sparkling after the rain.
All memories take me to a time when we were together.
Iā€™m longing for a person to come home, a love to be desired, a pain to be cured.
Dwika Haggi
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Dwika Haggi  20/M/Indonesia
(20/M/Indonesia)   
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