ObviouslyA Poem by Rheeca VeronsMen and their illicit acts...The stench of human wastes polluted the air, as the vehicle continues its journey. People wary about their surroundings, covering noses with pink handkerchiefs, yet ignorant of their doing. Eating inside, trashes under the seats, curious of the fragrance, still continued innocently. Why do we even hide the facts about ourselves? I don't know mine, do you? Black fog lingers in the atmosphere made by men, is it hard to see? Men complains about their health, mother earth is their suspect. Who in their right mind complains, about something we did in the first place? We, obviously!
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StatsAuthorRheeca VeronsManila, PhilippinesAboutAn individual who wants, desperately, to be able to express emotions that're impossible to see with the naked eye. faves all time: -as of now- ~Sherlock Holmes (BBC) ~Vampire Academy more..Writing
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