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| The beautiful pink rose from Lumongga |
I sent you a perfectly wrapped pink rose that your hands would not be hurted.
You then handed me that beautiful pinkish one,
I grasped it while hands of yours were covering mine,
we grasped it together tightly, felt so right.
Turns out that I have lost my sanity:
Just found the thorns have hurted me slowly.
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10th of March, 2019.
21.05
Written by Desty
Edited by Assyifa
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