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Jan 2016
The language of you and I
is a dying one—
A boneyard of empty words
and forgotten whispers.

The stillness of our voices,
unable to feign delight.
Randi
Written by
Randi  24/F/manila
(24/F/manila)   
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   --- and Got Guanxi
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