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Legesag-UnderByen
thank you jae, for the photo and the care
everdearest bogus,
it was last year when i let you go
it was letting go of those whispers when i crumpled you
in pain.
it was setting free of those wishes only you and i
knew under the covers, in between the roof
and the ceiling.
it was you who knew me so much when laughing
people went home and i slept versus knocks on the door.
it was me who wished to be you sometimes.
it was us who wrote poetry against the walls
when candles flickered and the town spoke no
crickets.
remembered that day when i lit my eyes
and placed you into a bag with the rest?
sending you away did not mean that i wanted to evade
childhood throwbacks or i escaped from these weaknesses
i still sit on. you made lives softer, you made us little kids
drinking the rain straight from the sky,
folding papers to fly across the clouds
and keeping stories at solitary dawns.
i miss you, sometimes, bogus
still, your name is the most beautiful
but
i have stopped crying so hard
since i let you leave.
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but swear, a child will kiss you in due time.
how’s your hole?
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so this is bogus…he is so cute 
i bet that bogus little boy was happy to have him.
@ rain: explained. wala dapat hibian *glomps*
@vonay: photos of you and him ha von he was.
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Posted by Mulberry Outlet at December 8, 2011, 2:30 pm
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
omg. explain.
ako pa nagdala sa iya to gugma
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Posted by rain at August 30, 2008, 1:50 pmngaa daw mhibi ko ah…