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Jun 2016
Faces and places, a fast past.
Picking among fickle options,
Fried in the prying cycle.

One, ja!
Two, jajaja!
Three, jajaja!

A pattern that has fatten,
A frustration in an endless production.
**** then pack.
**** then pack.
**** then pack.

Ja!
Jaja!
Jajaja!
We never learn 'til we do.
Allan Pangilinan
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Allan Pangilinan  29/M/Philippines
(29/M/Philippines)   
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