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Aug 2016
the moment you reach the point
wherein a play is no longer a spectacle
oxymoron is glorified and inner mayhem develops
blinded by flickering lamppost lights
drunk dancing at the empty streets was the aftermath
iā€™m winning you and losing this game at the same time
the countdown starts
can i be yours in
five
four
three
two

*one
astroaquanaut
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astroaquanaut  Manila, Philippines
(Manila, Philippines)   
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