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4d
The rose I threw into the wind blossomed into a field full of them.
The ghost of you still drapes itself over my hear.
Seeing you today fed not only my eyes, but ensnared my soul.
The sight of you was verily breathtaking, as if air itself conspired to remind me of your awe.
Ricardo Diaz
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Ricardo Diaz  24/M/Kuala Lumpur
(24/M/Kuala Lumpur)   
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     Ricardo Diaz and Maybelater2
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