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Oct 2019
I hate to remember when
your eyes met mine
when we laughed too hard
I hate to remember when
your hand touched my thigh
and you whispered 'mine' in my ears
I hate it the most when
I tasted a hint of lie
right after your lips touched mine
Luvanna
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Luvanna  26/F/Indonesia
(26/F/Indonesia)   
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