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May 21
Baby...I miss you...
I miss the voice when you wake up...
I miss that early voice that catches my smile while...
Others catch the warmth...
I miss that morning smile served in a hot plate... By the bed...they say...
They say that love.....love is blind and that the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder but no....
No...my love I can see...I can see clearly, I'm not blind but you can call me Arsenal coz... I've fallen for you

Call me man-city... Oh...I mean wo-man of the city coz I... I carry the title... I carry the title bold for you....

So baby...you can nickname me man-united...I mean... Wo-man united coz i talk too much....coz I'm crazy and I love making noises for you....only for you to notice me.

And baby... I tend to take everything with me...But I leave my heart for you... Oh...I mean... I liv-a-pool of heartfelt affection for you my lovely one.....I live-r-pool for you 'coz even if I conquer, I tend to retaliate in your presence love.

But yes, you can do it...you're allowed to press CTRL+Z...forget everything, but remember...when you're ready...press CTRL+A, CTRL+C from me and like my best friend Chel...see you have started judging me...before I finish her beautiful name... SEA.
Fay Grace
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Fay Grace  18/F/Mombasa
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