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“The Cold in Baguio”aerasyne

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The Cold in Baguio
aerasyne

Under the lights on the posts where I pass by alone.
I wonder how it would feel like to be called your home.
As I walk along the familiar street bound to the unknown
I wonder, it would’ve been perfect if your hand was mine to hold.

The small conversation we had now feels like a novel I’ve read multiple times.
Remembering every line.
Memorizing every reply.
And not hoping it means something would be a lie.

Day by day I slowly realize.
That the man I ignored once
Is now the man I could only steal a glance
Because to be with you was the tallest mountain I should climb.

Funny how the cold in Baguio where you at
Doesn’t match the chills I feel at night.
Thinking that there might be no right time for 𝘶𝘴

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