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First —
Second —
Third —
Fourth —
And Fifth touch of different fingerprints,
They touched and played as they pressed the hints.
Known and unknown shadows,
Pinched each part like mallows.
A pretty name they call,
Various bones entered the hall,
Tears were streaming down and fell.
Dressed — not as princess in the castle,
But a poor prey in a battle.
Used. Played. Broke. And wasted.
Never tell how they tasted.
Keep it as a secret as they wanted,
For a woman being played,
Always wished to be accepted,
But rejected.
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Thank you for reading, angels!
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TULA NG PINOY (Random)
RandomAng librong ito ay naglalaman ng iba't ibang uri ng tula at maiikling kwento na hango sa realidad. Some of poems and short stories have been posted on my facebook account which is secreeet. Kung sakali ay pamilyar na sa inyo ang iba sa aking mga akd...
