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Dec 2016
I've love myself thin
I've love myself until I'm empty
'fore the fissure starts to take its root inside me
and become an ugly thing
you have dressed me with rain,
not long
named me after the storm
and it felt as if we knew each other
for every of our yesterday's
it was lovely to be able to love you

Written by
Afiqah  F/Singapore
   Michael L, ryn and ---
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