You start to live in the comfort of their existence.

The intermingling sweetness of love and being loved

is much sweeter when tasted closehand. But —

the heaviness remains while you dance in the

softness of clouds laid rest on your toes awaiting

grey dull rains on Thursday evenings amidst drinking

beer and cocktails. Awaiting January movie nights

-nodding heads of lamplit hair



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cie miraflor

A Filipino at heart and a Thomasian in spirit. A vocalist. A bookworm. A chocoholic. A liar. A dreamer. A coffee addict. A writer of poetry and short stories. A pending Information Technologist. A frustrated programmer. Blinded with love for Batman.

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