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I am tranquility
buried in a closet
full of skeletons;
of which, fright becomes
the walls, the floors,
the tones of silence,
the ponderings
for intruders
opening the door
to find
a pit, a hole, a massacre
of perceived happy memories. #
BINABASA MO ANG
Art for Heartaches (Poems)
PoetryWhen we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.
