When she wanted to know,
what I hide and don’t show
Her pictures in my pocket,
Her smile that she hold,
and she reminds me thus
her blush while I took.
Her eyes that they speak,
and I spend all my time,
when she, not with me.
She knows that she is,
even though when she asks,
I say it to her,
“It is you,
you are my privacy”
I DON’T BLUSH…
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you do
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Hatt
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Excuse Me… -_- how dare you say that to such a famous blogger like me? XD Kidding :-*
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Bleh
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