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Jan 2016
you
your lips
weren't as soft as a flower's petal

your eyes
weren't the color of the sky

your fingertips
were hills of rocks & dry skin patches

but still
flowers bloom at each step you took

i love you so much,
i don't know what to do
Macy Opsima
Written by
Macy Opsima  Manila, Philippines
(Manila, Philippines)   
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