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your beautiful
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ouch
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i let go
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- the contrast of poverty, scam, and death
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-how small things parted phenomena unnoticeably
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I hate myself. Do this!
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a place called not a home
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Corrupt leaders, families, poverty, children of hunger, the fruit of the languishing society, THIRD-WORLD country, my country at war. Loved by Filipin..
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The first line of every poem hangs to a balance. A balance between what it is to be and what it is not.
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...and amidst tranquil spaces, he vanished in between. just vanished. nowhere to be seen, perhaps in paradise lost
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