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Dec 2014
Beauty like hers brings pain
Every time at her heart I take aim
All I have is myself to blame

I wish I could put out this flame
Love is the most difficult game
Oh, to the skies I proclaim

Victory will never be claimed
Each loss I suffer is the same
Urges to win her heart are in vain
Love isn't perfect, just like this poem.
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
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Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  M/Manila
(M/Manila)   
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