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May 2015
I've missed being drowned
in the sweet smell
of your perfume;
the phantom
of the past
haunts me,
I'm all alone.
Tell me, how can I
see the street lights
with you again,
when I'm here,
at the corner,
watching you kissing him?
JK Cabresos
Written by
JK Cabresos  M/PH
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