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| - taken on Mar2012 |
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I like it.
I like how we were tangled...
I watched the sunlight penetrated the curtain, gently shined on your face.
You hardly opened and rubbed your eyes, found that the girl was staring at you, shy.
Our gaze
Your lips
That tenderness
I am in love
.
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But you're not.
