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the sweet perfume
that hangs behind
makes me miss
your young skin
the vast bed
that was left unkempt
reminds me
of last night's reverie
the smeared lipstick
on my sore lips
fails to make me
relax and complacent
the distance between us
so far yet so near
leave her for me
i don't wanna stay temporary
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BINABASA MO ANG
Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
