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Oct 2020
To the boy who manages to pull me up,
Every single time I fall.
Don't you know
That those lips,
Kiss,
Simply magical,
Pure bliss,
It's not only this.
That makes me miss,
Every part of you.
To that boy,
Don't you know I love you?
Rita
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Rita  19/F
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