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As fat drops of rain jiggle- pelt
Metro Manila's blackened snakelike
spit-ridden streets and
puddles gurgle like infants
into gratified sewers-
I ask myself why am I
saving you from the lover
who brands you like an animal;
Why do i stand on streets
warm with people and their juices;
Why do i wait for you
in a makeshift market
frothing with vicious sellers
and strays begging for scraps
Disjointed- i feel lost here at the corner
where cheap bread renews itself
inside glass cases.
I need need to- need to run.
But then I saw you- walking towards me
in a tormented fashion...
It is too late now.
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