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Aug 2015
My unending thoughts
are like quicksand
that consume me entirely

Perhaps this is the
very condition of existence
to feel the bizarre
nature of being a human

That not all stars
can be fathomed into constellations

Jhoerina Honrado
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Jhoerina Honrado
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