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Oct 2015
And I finally said,
"I want to be a fan.
A ceiling fan to be specific.

I would just be overhead of them
And would keep my duty in spinning,
Until they will be accustomed
of my presence,

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Like it is the air that only existed.
Or they will notice me only
if I am a bit strong
or a bit too weak."


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Queenie Florentino
Written by
Queenie Florentino  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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