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Dec 2012
Maybe we're lost.
without a trace,
in the woods;
seeking light.
Looking for comfort,
hungry for inner hope.
You and me
together;
finding the right,
keenly out of sight;
despite of the odds.
still making flight.
Maybe;
We are strangers.
Maybe we are
lost.
maybe you wanted some,
maybe I don't.
Jowlough
Written by
Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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   Timothy and ---
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