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Aug 2017
I like to imagine my body
****** and riddled with holes
across the sidewalk pavement
For nothing greater than for love
Love for the people I know
For the people I dont
For the hope that tomorrow,
There wont be another like me
For every martyr has a mother
And every mother needs her son
The Philippines is killing itself.
Noxx
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Noxx  25/M/Earth
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