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Apr 2016
It's her eyes.
It's her eyes that enchants me the most.

They were as cold as the snow in winter, yet they were as warm as the heat that sweetly embraces my cheeks on summer.

Yes, it's her eyes.
It's her eyes that hurts me the most.
Franz Bartolome
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Franz Bartolome  Manila
(Manila)   
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