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Aug 2016
Maybe it's the way you speak, like valleys slowly being filled up by oceans.
Oceans of disaster, seas of uncertainty, and a constant flow from theΒ Β river of maybe.
Yet after all the questions you didn't dare to answer,
the epitome of you is an assurance of the risk of flood i'm willing to drown in.
Water-downed Sun
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Water-downed Sun  cebu,PH
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