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Rabu, 13 Juli 2011
my sweet heart
All feel very heavy
When my breath was very crowded
How like my foot was run to you
How it wanted to hold my hand
and...........
I could do was cry
Inability to mourn
I am sorry my sweet heart
mama loves you
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