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Jul 2018
How does our story end?
Maybe it's not the end.
Or we were just taking a break after our car broke down in nowhere and none of us can fix it.
In a pink and blue sky, we just sat down and do nothing. 
Maybe we were just two people, caught up in the idea we could drive every city we past by.
An idea once we didn't planned but we hope to achieve.
You were the rainbow in a gray sky
And I'm sorry I was color blind.
That's how it ends.
How come you didn't know?
Continuation of poem of my friends
Written by
VJ BRIONES  20/M/Manila
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