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Aug 2015
Sleeping shuts the lights;
sleeping shuts the night.
Sleeping's when the all of me
suddenly takes
flight.

But dear, you came
and then and there
I wish to be
awake.

Your eyes, to trace;
your lips,
to take -
to always see
your face.
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Angela Mercado
Written by
Angela Mercado  21/F/Manila
(21/F/Manila)   
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