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Nov 2015
(like all firsts, you
may bet)
it hurts        (but
through the second, third, fourth and nth)


time
(it does the) hurts
all the more,     just
to make it


perfect; to seem as though

    magic


my heart    (could be red
not for)

it bled
for you


more    (for it is
     more)    than


a tatoo
Aron L Garchitorena
Written by
Aron L Garchitorena  Manila
(Manila)   
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