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Oct 2016
I have two hands—the left and the right
I raise them high
So clean and shine
I hold them together with more than a second
They imperfectly fit on spaces
For you will see the eleventh.
CeriseRed
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CeriseRed  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
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