We are but,
hater of our woes,
hero of our lies,
slave of our goals;
jury of our wars,
trespasser of our souls,
victim of our thoughts...That in our demise,
we remind ourselves to
rejoice for the good
and lick our own wounds...until we are no more. #
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Art for Heartaches (Poems)
PoetryWhen we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.