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Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
O, ha, Plurk, o, ha!
Radyo? Radyo?
Libreng humirit

Mag-exercise tayo tuwing umaga
Tambay ka muna
Lokal Kolor
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Tropa ko

    na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito
What is Asked
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
To pry lead
from every wound.

To gather every severed limb.
To not flinch.

Or to flinch yet look back.
To look forward
to each flinching.

To hold a throat firm
against the sound it refuses to make.

To meet the gaze
even of the dead.

This is what poetry asks of us.
To name each body
and carry it to its grave.

To bear. To dig.
One word at a time.

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