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Mar 2014
His deep voice is hitting my chest
Growing my smile
I've falling too hard

This one question has freezed me
"What's your favorite number"
"Eight", I said

And on the next day
I found 8 roses
In my locker

I mean
How can you not falling so hard
With this kind of guy
laura
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laura  Jakarta
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