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Dec 2020
blinded
I refuse to look at the moon
no matter how pretty it is
Your memories will flow
like a strong waves in me
and make me believe
that someday,
we’ll burn like the stars
kim
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kim  17/F/Philippines
(17/F/Philippines)   
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