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Oct 2018
First time i see him,
feels like those ocean breeze,
calm and cooling.
Like calling me out to reach his face,
to feel those happiness,
that he carry around.

But how ironic is it,
the universe never let us,
to never let me,
be his sadness.
Classy
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Classy  21/F
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   George and Manuel Hutchinson
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