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Jun 2019
For I am yours , your lips are the first thing I want to taste every               morning more than my coffee
    Eyes than seen through everything I am and could ever be
Take my hand and let each finger point out the roads we can travel
        Use my feet as wheels that could take you anywhere
    For every place seems so colorful
             Whenever your around
Paris was great !
Gabriel
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Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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