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Sprocket

I have mastered stitching back my stitches Plastering back my cracks Gluing back as many pieces as I can And I need no one to hand me my tools I need no care to run my machine
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Open

Today, I am letting you go as I free myself from the phantom bond that binds us.
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Mare Tama Na – Martina

Sa tanghalia'y hapag ko ang bigat ng konsensiyang pasan-pasan ng dib-dib kong naninikip. Kailan sila titigil? Hindi ko batid. Paulit-ulit, nakakasira, nakakapundi.
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Panamuh

Iniwan ako, Iniwan ang kahapong tila panaginip na natapos, Natapos na animo'y bangungot na kung muling maibabalik ay aking nanaising lumisan na lamang,
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On The Ball

On The Ball is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November.   On The Ball   I’m done crying over spilled milk Now I need to get back in shape…

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Nighttime Grey

I loved that you were so full of life But I was saddened when suddenly things changed The moon started to crack like weeping And I wept too I'm still that kid
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I’m Allergic to People

Sometimes when I explore these things in my mind I feel like I'm torturing myself 'coz I couldn't care less. All these years I have been a brain of many thoughts.
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Late Night Conversation

And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.