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Mar 2017
Like a random word
spoken over and over again
until it ceases to become one
its essence slowly dying
as it drifts away from my tongue

i think of you a thousand times
hoping against the odds
that by repeating the memory
the pain – slowly will be gone
MaikS
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MaikS  Pasay City
(Pasay City)   
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