your smile isn't the same
Even your eyes do not look like the ones that one day i knew
But i still knowing every feet of your body
and knowing what every word doesn't mean
And even though i know that i love more the idea than the picture
Some times,
(you know, some times lots of things became possible)
Just some times,
i miss your arm rounding my body and keeping me warm
Specially when C.A. is isn't this hot.
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