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Sep 2015
How easy it would be
To blurt out every feeling
The words being carried
Through every current
Only to get lost at sea

How easy it would be
To bring my heart out
In the open wilderness
As dust being swept to
Chase after the wind

How easy it would be
To feed on recklessness
To set fire in December
To launch a thousand ships
And die without a secret
Sam Lichauco
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Sam Lichauco  MNL
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