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Aug 2014
The day is long
I have been waiting for your call
My anxiety grow as the hour hand goes

The time put me on halt
I'm helpless in my thoughts
Hunger for the voice of tear drops
Tiresome of this sickening call
Hus J
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Hus J  Singapore
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