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Jan 2016
They say all ounce,
all speck,
of cell would be renewed
in seven years.

That all of me
shall fade away,
seven years
from here.

How comforting to
know one day
that there shall be no
part of me,
part of me that you have once
laid your hands
on and kissed

- my heart,
   left for my own
   my body,
   of clues of you.
Angela Mercado
Written by
Angela Mercado  21/F/Manila
   Bianca Reyes and poet ninja
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