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MUMB
In my childhood, a monster lurks beneath my sheets
This daunting abomination cannot be seen
Yet it creeps, it hisses, and calls me by my name
Most nights my father would come in and save the day
"I'm so scared!"
I begged as his hands crawled under my skirt.
He then nods.
"Shush, my dear. Let's keep these things... quiet.
"Shall we?"
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Love, The Self, and the Nation: An Anthology
PoezjaA collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Part I), English (Part II), and a little bit of French (Part III) Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and society.
