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May 2015
Standing
on this bridge,
it reminds of you,
of the things
we used to talk about,
and only I could hear
is the sound
of your voice.

It seems odd
it is so quite now,
only I could hear
is the lonely waters
of the river,
keep flowing
until the end,
never knew
they will be lost
in the ocean,
like I lost you.
JK Cabresos
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JK Cabresos  M/PH
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