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Oct 2014
This loving it is lonely,
A deep remorse towers over me,
After every kiss and hug I give,
And I crumble to the floor.

This loneliness is loving,
As I see no one around me,
You seem to come from behind,
And make me feel fine.
wяong
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wяong  Miami
(Miami)   
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