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Dec 2018
You are there, you are in front of me
I reached my hand towards your face
I do not want to wake up from this reverie
I do not want another moving on phase
But as I open my eyes I see agony
For you are not there in the first place
Reverie is a bittersweet thing.
pistachio
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pistachio  F/Philippines
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