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Aug 2015
Your warmness
It had seeped through my
Well guarded disposition

Never knew
I was capable
Of careless conversation

Too many
Places to count of
Thoughts sewn into seamlessness

My high walls
Blown to smithereens
I watched them fall before you.
Sam Lichauco
Written by
Sam Lichauco  MNL
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