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Nov 2016
My life's a piece of poetry;
the ones who read are the        
ones who see
I am no ode nor a satire,
might be an elegy or a pun,
But how shallow my thought is,
it's no fun...


My life's a piece of prose;
the ones who write are the ones who are free
In the depths of my own existence,
in the darkness I wander,
in the light I yonder;
I am restless...

My life's a piece of literature;
the ones who know are the ones who judge
The thought of fear
my mind's never been clear,
To fathom my suffering
you need to read me so dear....


My life is a piece of me;
I will let you in, but I won't let you know.


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ERA
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ERA  Davao City, Philippines
(Davao City, Philippines)   
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