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Feb 2018
You left without saying anything this morning
No sweet words or roses to wake up next too
Why did I hate to sit next you yesterday at dinner?
What was so different about your touch last night?
Why did I wake upΒ Β feeling angry this morning?
"Mooom!"
I Guess that is why
Ana Habib
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Ana Habib  28/F/Montreal, Qc
(28/F/Montreal, Qc)   
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