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May 2020
You can't taste your tears
   when she wipes it away
before it reaches your lips

I guess luck
comes in different shapes
and mine took form of a woman.
A humble personality
that  matches the angels
It's as if God let down
one of His children
made me hold her hand
and gave me a heaven
that I can reach
Gabriel
Written by
Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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