Joan Wu Lang Pacinabo Poems

Broken memory

hit my head out of the blue
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Baby, when we kissed,
I can picture paradise,
It's so enchanting...
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Jet black hair, like rain.
So smooth, and smells so pleasant.
Gently touch my skin.
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Eyes like yours, baby

it is like heaven on earth
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Here I am thinking
watching the smoke in my mug
now, I miss your hug...
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