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Mar 2019
Gone are the days where I think of people I love as art.
The emotions I felt when I looked at their canvas; buried deep inside me.
But the artwork got up and left me for another museum.
And I'm left reminiscing the strokes and lines and colours.
They were never mine to keep.

galaxy of myths
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galaxy of myths  22/F/Malaysia
     trisha, Gamaliel, Aeryn, Kevin, Ciel Noir and 4 others
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