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Nov 2014
For what good is it to trample something lovely?
Not so even waiting for it to wither down
Killing the joy in it that was once so lively
Forcing it in lies, obliteration, to drown.

For what good is it to contaminate, poison?
With the obloquy that your scornful lips emit
And your eyes that look with shame, devoid of reason.
Zia
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Zia  18/F/Philippines
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