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Feb 2020
I suppose
you are making
me guilty of things
of the jokes I'm saying
pretending
to be someone else
turning me off
purposely

I suppose
you are telling
me half baked information
agitation and frustrations
sending me false signals
to my brainwaves
you're altering

But guess what
you've been poked
by a six-inch needle
in the right eye
bleeding and crying
begging for life
in my mind
right now,
my bad.
Jowlough
Written by
Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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