Jul 2014
In that place dwell,
Memories that swell;
My sojourn, so to speak,
Now dead and bleak.
Where have the days gone?
They did nothing but fawn;
A good place, no more,
Severed like a sore.
Memories that swell;
My sojourn, so to speak,
Now dead and bleak.
Where have the days gone?
They did nothing but fawn;
A good place, no more,
Severed like a sore.
(Quezon City)
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