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May 2018
They say,
When you love a flower,
You leave it there to blossom
Instead of plucking it away.

Love is loving,
Not having.

Just like how I loved you.
Not when the cameras are flushing,
And applause are ringing.

But when I close my eyes and the world drops dead,
And your symphony still soars like a lightning,
Straight through my head.
Harley David
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Harley David  22/M/Philippines
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