Pinoy Poets

There’s what we call paradise,

Where soul and flesh never

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There’s what we call paradise,

Where soul and flesh never

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I hate the way I loved you, and always did.

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I hate the way I loved you, and always did.

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The flow of words within one’s own statement should say

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The world is a clutter of discontent
Who dares to

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crawl did the ghost of you
poured colours to the

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Sick tune to the hymn!
This is an adrenaline rush,

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From wise men and sages down to idlers,
From angels

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Sa dating mga bugtong
narito ang tugon

Ang Tula Ko’y

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