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Jan 2015
I know
a single thing that
you don't know

It's hiding below the car's
seat belt!

laces knotted like phrases,
not praises
and astounded with
places

dusty in my heart's
spaces

clean leathers you don't love

like distant hands
at
night
Manila, 2015
Written by
Archadio
968
   Pax
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