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Aug 2020
I want to see,
What your eyes see.
I want to feel,
Your soul’s glee.

Out of touch
And out of sight.
On different sides,
But we’ll fight.

Hold my hands
And hold them tight.
Baby we’ll jump,
No matter the height.

“Trust me, love,
Just close your eyes.
Because together,
We’ll reach for the skies.”
- B, 08-31-20, 01:40
brent marasigan
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brent marasigan  25/M/Manila, PH
(25/M/Manila, PH)   
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