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May 2019
A stop that my heart know.
Where I said goodbye, I have to go.
A stop that my mind could remember.
Where he held me gently and kissed my temple.
I am not drunk, I was sober.
He poured too much butterflies in me that made me tremble.
Written by
Fumi Himawari  26/F/Philippines
(26/F/Philippines)   
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