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May 2019
spring has come and i don't think about you anymore
the way i did before
my morning coffee still taste the same,
but i could hardly feels you in it

it's nearly fall
i brought those candles home
with the hope of never to write about you ever again
or about us - about every dances we shared in the kitchen hall

i hope you're fine, because i am
i finally am...
on my pace of moving on, this one is specially written for my almost love of my life.
ETTU
Written by
ETTU  31/F/Bali
(31/F/Bali)   
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