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Jan 2021
Storm
How do you not think of storm?
Wind blows the arrow,
i dont know where to go

How do you not think of storm?
Rain washes me off
leaving me wounded and cold
Janette
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Janette  23/F/Cebu, Philippines
(23/F/Cebu, Philippines)   
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