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Two windows closing little by little Brittle materials be blamed for weakness Buzz might break them off, possibly wiggle Prolonging the boredom of her highness. Can’t wait for blackout; freedom can be found Ironic how simple bliss may come in Murmur of the wind is an intense sound This topsy-turvy world causes no grin. Perhaps her highness craves a sweet winter Double expectations must not be failed Melted creation will disappoint her Still, being anywhere but here is hailed. That’s it for today; tomorrow again Just hold on; she’ll close the windows by then.

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Date: 5/18/2014 6:42:00 AM
welcome to poetrysoup.. nice poem.. kababayan
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Maria Rheza Mae Rubio
Date: 6/12/2014 8:38:00 AM
Hi! Thanks for dropping by. It has been a while since I visited my page. Just submitted another entry earlier. Thank you, kababayan! :) :)