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Dec 2015
Those late night calls
That keeps me alive
Random text messages
That makes me smile
Those hands
That wipe my tears when I cry.
Those moments that I thought would last somehow
................................
And now I'm still wondering what went wrong
Is it me  is it you?
Or maybe it is us.
Neastle Ann Soriano
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Neastle Ann Soriano
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