Swing, around early 2000's

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In those days way back in college,

at a hill in UP Baguio,

a swing hung by the pine trees.

Mist covers it every December,

making smoking and sleeping in

solitude easier for me.

But the mix of cool winds, mist and

cigarette smoke kept me awake

as I await what poem I

should write next.

A Space Manila

12/17/2016, 1106H

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