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Mar 2015
The waves are crashing at my feet
Impatient winds coldly brushing against my heated skin
Birds flying in unison towards my stagnant figure
Trees praying to the ground beneath them
The world is calling out to me
*I am finally home
epictails
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epictails  Manila
(Manila)   
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