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Aug 2017
blurry lights,
starry nights;
dreams have never been
such a sight.

but when

the real world bites
and dreams take flight,
then i am drowned
in fear and fright.

distant kites,
dreadful heights;
when will i meet
my demise?
written after seeing some streetlights at nighttime with some friends.
Q
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Q  M/PH
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     miguel and a-L
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