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Bram Dela Cruz Apr 2017
gone were the steel in his bones and legions in his skull.
gone were the marrow-like rebars reinforcing his skeleton.
he doesn't have an engine for a heart,
and neither were there bolts and cranks and nuts inside it.
he is no cyberpunk hero.
he isn't a creature straight out from your sci-fi movies.
he is a rational character in this enormity called reality
and no.
his skin isn't made up of platinum platings.
try to cut it, and you'll see the crimson blood seeping out.
believe me, i've tried it once.
and never pretend that you don't know what he is.
because at heart,
you know that
he is just a human
Niel Nov 2020
Fabrics weaved together
Tightly to form the ropes of time
Landscapes of memory
Holding accustomed affinities, signed
Snorting doubts to infinity’s reign
Who can I blame when I’m the only one
Cursing the numb for I yearn to feel the pain
Sensational pleasure. discomfort’s earning
All is forever
This is forever
Is now a never?
Fates, nonsense

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