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Glenn Vincent Atanacio
Miles
We never end in peace,
Never mutilate bare designs to make ends
Meet–not when she holds
The doorknob like porcelain,
Fingers enfolding the clumsy click;
Or when he tumbles...
Maharlika
The time has come for their gabble to rest
And in discreet places descend into mere
Whispers. Within their houses, they will
Bow their heads as sweat...
