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Oct 2013
Tired bones, from his killing mouth
tell her more lies before we could start.
right here we are united but time is still,
expectations of choke, inner voices makes me ill.

Save me, dead from this outer despair;
summon our faiths until united and bared.
we sail into oceans with nothing but gut,
pushed by our will, until our backs are laid flat.

Heavy eyed, we tried to get rest,
tomorrow is still open, do we really need this test?
brutal facts we've accepted, until our credibility lapses,
stages have avoided, why we still have gaps?

Save me, dead from this outer despair;
summon our faiths until united and bared.
we sail into oceans with nothing but gut,
pushed by our will, until our backs are laid flat.
Jowlough
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Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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