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Jan 2018
Every drop of rain,
Pierces my skin
It devours my being
My soul reflecting.

The thorny raindrops
Wounds my silence
As if I'm riding a train
But now falling fast.

The cold prickling sensation
Wakens the sleepy love
I have hoped before
And failed
Now, stop falling
Thorny raindrops.
Cold weather kills the silence of the night.
Rosà
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Rosà  17/F/Tubod Minglanilla Cebu
(17/F/Tubod Minglanilla Cebu)   
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