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Feb 2016
And if you happen to see me
Under the crescent ball of the night,
With my eyes heaving sleeplessness
But roused, nonetheless, for the idea of you-
Let the soothe of air with its kind intentions
Be the only pleasant interruption
Between the kiss of our yearning skins.
Hanna Mae Mata
Written by
Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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     Beckon, Lizley and Hanna Mae Mata
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