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Dec 2013
I curse the night I meet you.
I curse the night my eyes locked deep into your golden/brown skin & crimson red lips.

I curse the drug that draped my mind in lust, in confidence, to merely utter
Hello.

I curse that sentimental longing for the sound of your voice again.
And yourΒ Β subtle approach towards my deviant nature.

Oh.
I curse..
Leks
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Leks  Earth.
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