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Jun 2016
Standing before the dusk had arrive,
Waiting for the dark to come and subside,
Remembering the pains before I dive,
And your memories left me as my guide.
I can still smell the fragrance of yours,
The beat of your heart I still hear it's boom,
Your smile and chuckle are my golds,
Gives me strength to fights in every storm.
But now that I am alone in the dark,
Sitting at one corner that I've been cried,
Hearing your voice and the dogs howled and bark,
Then I saw our picture, though sad I tried,
To forget everything even your eyes,
But I can't I want you to be back 'gain.
A five year old poem. I made this when I was still in junior high.
Ysabel
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Ysabel  25/F/Philippines
(25/F/Philippines)   
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