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May 2020
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart. This bluebird is caged and wants to be freed.

I cherish halls, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a sorrowful love. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a sorrowful love.

My feelings for you intensified as I talk to you. When we laid and shared our stories underneath the moonlight, I knew it.

You have eyes like graceful peaches and the most true lips I've ever seen. Your hair, black as tar- and your smile as precious as pink sapphires- always makes my day, my weeks.

You're so special with your laugh. The way you handle your self shows great patience and curiosity.

I know that to you I'm just a blue wanderer but I think we could be happy together, crying like two happy birds.
SEAN
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SEAN  25/M/Manila
(25/M/Manila)   
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