your fingers glide across my skin like they do on the crystal glass
making me sing for only your ears to hear
the red wine in the glass complementing the lipstick smeared on your neck
BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
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your fingers glide across my skin like they do on the crystal glass
making me sing for only your ears to hear
the red wine in the glass complementing the lipstick smeared on your neck