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i am never travailed by all afternoons goading me to the door of poetry. all of them sleeping heavily shelves, these gods where i imagine my fates far-fetched, perched atop an illusory cypress like a dove oblivious of home, Villa  de   Ungria         Joaquin             Gonzales       Tiempo   Dalisay Abad           Lumbera      Gamalinda   these imperious tyrannies    sovereign in speech casting    my storms to drizzle alone,   where all these words go   where all these fates wander   i know not.      all i know is continuing.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Where All My Words Go
i am never travailed by all afternoons goading me to the door of poetry. all of them sleeping heavily shelves, these gods where i imagine my fates far-fetched, perched atop an illusory cypress like a dove oblivious of home, Villa  de   Ungria         Joaquin             Gonzales       Tiempo   Dalisay Abad           Lumbera      Gamalinda   these imperious tyrannies    sovereign in speech casting    my storms to drizzle alone,   where all these words go   where all these fates wander   i know not.      all i know is continuing.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
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