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Mar 2016
Alone I walked
In the empty room
Of my sorrows

I could not form
Words that I could mutter
In order to tell you
Things that matters

For now I will stay
In the sidelines
On the pathways
Underneath your books
In the pockets of your jeans
Until I learn someday
That loving you sometimes
Means letting you
Know it not
Losien Mayor
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Losien Mayor  20/F/PH
(20/F/PH)   
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