YL ( / Dipolog City)


you are a pitiable fool

for swallowing your fear

chasing all the demons

which you adhere

your on the pedestal of glory

with the dictates

of your sound mind

regardless of lunatic interval

empirical perspective

is your refuge

redundancy of the obligations,

meeting of the minds,

mutual agreement,

simulation of contract

you bleed exoneration

the pangs of the logistic past

keeps cascading,


as you breathe,

inhale life

and exhale unwanted guilt

thou shall covet emancipation

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