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Jul 2014
"hold up
some fingers.
any number."

i hold  up 3

and his heart breaks  

that's the number
of times
i ought to be in love

and he knows
he can't be
the third

only the fourth
pluie d'été
Written by
pluie d'été
   ray, ---, Babu kandula and ---
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