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May 2014
With every little storm passing by my window,
I think of your hair blowing in your face
and how your smile was the last thing
crossing my mind before the sun set.
And every morning I wake up
with the illusion of your warm embrace.
Oyashumi
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Oyashumi  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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