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In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...
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Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...
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When I was 14, I knew nothing about life except...
with 15 I described love as something non-existent...
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Have you wondered
what a broken memory...
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Seconds tick, tock
in catacombs of nerve...
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I'm going to give you all the reasons to love me...
I'll be consistent, you're gonna tell me "be...
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It was December now
and Kuebiko noticed that...
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Maybe you complement me,
the way some stars appear tossed to the sky like...
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I whispered a vow to the sky
of breezes sprinkled in Jasmine...
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My teacher said it was the 'great Art';
sausage-fingered and gravy gargoyled...
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After everything happened,
I used to lie awake in the dark...
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Out of a bundle of firsts, the elementary, comes...
of love. And everyone, the self proclaimed...