we perceived, and believed time would come but defeat was impatient. we were magically, so tragic.
BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetryyoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
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we perceived, and believed time would come but defeat was impatient. we were magically, so tragic.
