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Oct 2018
six seventeen
morning
I've exhausted
all the options
just for this to stay.

split second
high noon
The eyes
are the first
to lose their way.

sorry sighs
dusk
The heart then
loses its place
in the dance.

six seventeen
mourning
How does it feel like
to never give
something a chance?
I hope it's good enough.
Idiosyncrasy
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Idiosyncrasy  Over the Rainbow
(Over the Rainbow)   
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       everly, Butch Decatoria and ---
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