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Dec 2011
I,
I was crying in peace
I was silent in wars:
I swallowed easily my pride
I spewed out my doubts,
I offered my eyes to you, dear
I hoped to catch butterflies when it rains
I kept my antique love ---
I knew that I don't know much about this;
I was buried alive
I was buried alive.
© 2011
JK Cabresos
Written by
JK Cabresos  M/PH
(M/PH)   
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