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Dec 2016
Come with me
Through the noise
And the disarray

The deafening tones
Of screaming children
And dying adults
(Millennials probably
We both know
That they never
Shut up)

The world
Around ourselves
Is a path
Of broken glass
Atop coal embers,
So I beg you
To hold my hand
And walk through them
With me
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
Written by
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  M/Manila
(M/Manila)   
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