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Sep 2018
it wont be new; long lost feelings
it wont fall to one another —somewhere remains
in between fingertips it slipped through
his far it never travelled
where its summer became his day
and its winter became his night
the seasons are starting to change somehow
and so they are
you will so realize
imo
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imo  20/Jakarta
(20/Jakarta)   
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   suzanne
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