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Just like the ticking of the clock
You keep the beat of my heart
Settled for this setting
but wanted more
all I got
was war war war

The "righteous" stoning
breaking every bone
all their poison
sown and grown and I groan

This building  was to be holy
but this place is lonely
cold
wholly unholy

Am I at any point better
to call the church a fetter?
silent judgments
& this severed letter
//On religion//
 Mar 2019 Grey mirror
Isabelle
once
 Mar 2019 Grey mirror
Isabelle
but i am just a “once”
that you never dare
to commit again
#67 mar 08
sapagkat ako ay isa lamang
“minsan” na kailanman
ay hindi mo na inulit pa
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