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While asleep, I sense you hand on my forehead. As a drop of your tears fall on my cheek, upon seeing the way I'm sick all day, this love is worth of not being well for a thousand years.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 1:01 PM UTC
On My Forehead
While asleep, I sense you hand on my forehead. As a drop of your tears fall on my cheek, upon seeing the way I'm sick all day, this love is worth of not being well for a thousand years.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 1:01 PM UTC
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