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Jun 2016
The clock has run out of hours.
The ocean was beckoned by Poseidon.
The torn plucked berries of poison.
I was never going to be yours.

The gravity kept us grounded.
The roses bloomed till its death.
The clouds had finally wept.
*I was left wounded.
Ysabel Cruz
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Ysabel Cruz  Manila
(Manila)   
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