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Feb 2021
For in each shot I take, the liver begs the heart to stop
and the heart pleads the intoxicated brain as well.
The heart beats for a name that shattered it,
the eyes had seen what the mind couldn't bear
and my liver will consistently be fuller
than each bottle I have drank.
Gabriel
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Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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   Imran Islam and Paradise of Fools
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