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Mar 2021
The cold 3 am breeze
Tickles my skin.
The sound of your favorite song
Puts my mind in a spin.

I am now in a cloud
Way, way up the sky.
Constantly wondering why
You never said goodbye.
Meehhh

March 13, 3 am
brent marasigan
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brent marasigan  25/M/Manila, PH
(25/M/Manila, PH)   
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