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Dec 2023
Through their eyes, i see one's true self.
The happiness that radiates.
The sorrow that whirls.
A past love that's veiled.
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Having this is a bliss but not like this.
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My dear, it is me who you with.
Grab my hand when you find your true peace.
Rona Librada
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