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Jul 2018
there was an iceberg
inside my cracked-soul

you walk in
in case to warm me up

but you forgot
I was an ice;
I could melt

and you don't like me
because
I melted too much
that I became a fire

too hot
you're afraid that
I will burn your soul

— I love you, why would I?
Alya Adzkia
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Alya Adzkia  22/F/Indonesia
(22/F/Indonesia)   
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