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N.A.I.R
July 26, 2008i want to touch every single drops of it
i want you to feel my long thin fingers that makes your tiny drops exists in my palm and to think that your not a dream
i want to dance w/ you,sing w/ the rythm of your music that only two of us knows the true meaning of your own compositions.
why does my mother hate you!
why does my teacher hate you!
why does little children love’s you!
why does students like me like you!
i know your one of a kind
but where did you come from?




