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Jan 2015
I wrote "You"
But not your name
It could be you
Or someone the same
I can't tell
It's less specific
I bleed out some words
And I ended up with "You"
I don't know how
But it's somehow true
Whatever I bleed out
In black or blue
I always find myself tangled
In the person I call "You"
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xx  20/F/Manila, Philippines
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