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 Jan 2017 Christina Philipe
Onoma
Her profile dared
the precipice of
the ages, with the
most vulnerable
contemplation.
One could see a
rain of saintly
hands touching her
shoulders.
As if to ask: are you
okay..?
I can tell my secrets to the paper and it won't betray me

I can write my soul into the ink and I won't, misportrayed, be

A strong desire of mine is this:

To meet people like ink and paper is my wish
Wrote this late last year
Baby I only need you
Coz you make me fly
When I'm walking with you
I can touch the sky

My morning starts with you
And you talk me to sleep
When you hug me tightly
I feel your love is deep
I like to read your comments
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