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Little by little, the house is feeble
Step by step, how far we go further
Every corner is a different battle
Love is not anymore an indicator
Peace is much more luxury than sleep
for even in deep slumber the darkness seeps
In the night in its silence broken by wails
Darkness is a companion where comfort hails
Keep it, keep it, every bit, every pieces
paste it, paste it, the thing that is broken
hold it, hold it, showered with feather kisses
cage it, lock it, like a mad little vixen.
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BINABASA MO ANG
POEMS OF BOREDOM
PoetryTHIS IS MY COMPILATION OF POEMS THAT I WROTE AND I WILL WRITE IN THE FUTURE HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
