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Mar 2017
Our knees touch and mine goes weak
We sit here face to face, I can hear the walls creak
From the weight of the words that I couldn't speak
Our eyes would lock and I wish you could see
The words and the cries that **** me underneath
MaikS
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MaikS  Pasay City
(Pasay City)   
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