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Jan 2016
Your heart. My hand.
Your lips. My plan.
Your eyes. My demise.
Your hair. My heart's incise.

Your heart, your lips, your eyes, your hair
This torture you've instilled in me is not fair
They are shackles to my greater cause
But without you, my life withdraws
Pilar Margarita Prieto
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Pilar Margarita Prieto  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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