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Sep 2017
I clasped his hands
Burning roses struck my heart
─hot blood invading my veins
I laid in his smile
It was an art
We blinked rhythmically together
Once, twice, thrice, and then
─it rains
The sun left, the clouds came
His hands suddenly disappeared from mine
He was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking
But then I realized
─it was just me waking
Differentiate your daydreams from reality.
Maria Zyka
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Maria Zyka  21/F/Philippines
(21/F/Philippines)   
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