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Feb 2013
Spirit rising
from the open earth
awkward future moments
are all waiting.

Tired of routines
withstanding the jungle alone.
World's intersecting
you're on your own

Free thinking
crossed the rivers  for many times.
Scratching the back of others
still facing a crime.

Time flies,
don't spend tears.
every one's crying out
you can hear

Blind on visions
putting one foot bare
wounded and fighting
but no one cares
Jowlough
Written by
Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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   Timothy
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