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Apr 2014
I'm at that point
where I'm not sure whether
I miss seeing your smile
or I just wanna sit there
beside you
on the back porch
and sip a cup of tea
staring at your face
and look into your pupils
for ever
yearning, murmuring your name
felicia
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felicia  indonesia
(indonesia)   
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