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May 2015
I do not want to write about people I care for anymore.
It seems like it is only in these words
that their presence is born.
They only live in these lines
and the blank pieces of paper.
They stay there
while I continue to stare
at the silent and solitary air.
Marinela Abarca
Written by
Marinela Abarca  MNL
(MNL)   
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