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Jan 2019
there were two
boys sitting, standing
underneath those
auburn trees,
seemingly mine
yet aren't.

there were two
people who carved
marks and scars
on those beautiful
auburn trees.

there were two
people who left
the auburn lonely trees,

no,

there was only one.

and that was...
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rm  18/F/Naga City, Philippines
(18/F/Naga City, Philippines)   
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