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May 2015
Running through fields of green,
Sparks of lonely laughter,
and a gentle wind.

I spin around and spin some more,
until I wake up dazed,
on the cold hard floor.

Tears greet me with the same formalities,
a reflection laughs at my insanity.
I try to stand and I shake and squirm,


Only to end up wriggling, like a dying worm.
Eriel Jeremiah Guillermo
Written by
Eriel Jeremiah Guillermo  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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