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Oct 2015
Let sleep blanket itself
on every tangible inch
of ourselves.
And let it be
the strongest hindrance
on us ever waking up
on this neighborhood
of cheap wine, guilt-cigarettes and eternal hatred.
hannamaemata96
Hanna Mae Mata
Written by
Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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