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Jul 2018
The moment when our lips
meet in a synchronized move,
hips collide into one,
hands roam freely,
breath blows like a flame burst,
and veins exposed on our necks
as we both scream each other’s name,
that’s when we wreak havoc to the world.

—dbnzvrt
Dyandra Benziverta
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Dyandra Benziverta  20/F/Indonesia
(20/F/Indonesia)   
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