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EyeglassesThis is my world, this is my world. / All men and women wear eyeglasses. / All truths we are tasked
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I am morningI am morning / A cellphone tucked inside my pocket / Who watches the watch kissing my wrist / While
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2Q16This is my world, this is my world. / All men and women wear eyeglasses. / All truths we seek on dus
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KidapawanCan you hear them? / Yes, they are crying. / Can you see them? / Yes, the farmers, yes. / No, I mean
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Pandesal**Or, The Poor Man's Bread** / Three pieces / Of pandesal to begin a day. / Where’s the salt in here
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In TibiaoIn Tibiao, / My childhood’s home / I remember riding on a karosa, a cart / Being pulled by my grandf
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ImplicitNight hangs slowly / As ephemeral glances / Drop by lovers, / Strangers past / Past lovers, / Drop g
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A Song of Grief to a Dead Dog of My ChildhoodHow old I was I can’t remember well. / But too old for a vivid remembrance, of pain / for me, and de
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Mango SmoothieA czarina sits a-throne / Atop my desk. / Silent yet her scent / Screams sweetly. / Bursting sun, he
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ChessWar is not a game / to chessmen / pawned to death / but to the hands / that move them.
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