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In the breeze, you are there, Atop a tree as I sit, I feel you caress my hair, In the sunset, you show yourself; You're the crow flapping its wings, And every flap takes you high— Farther and farther away from me.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Fleeting memory
In the breeze, you are there, Atop a tree as I sit, I feel you caress my hair, In the sunset, you show yourself; You're the crow flapping its wings, And every flap takes you high— Farther and farther away from me.
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angelgodwill
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angelgodwill
F/Filipino
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
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