Marie Joyce B. Negapatan - 'UNTITLED'

I bowed

Out of perfection

I'm running

With a concealed shadow

And they chased

And chased

Will I ever see the bay?

A golden trace of a new born

Shedding glory off this window

Or a rotten dirt

Etched deeply

A scar

Beneath the ocean

Of questions.



- The Rockchick

Marie Joyce B. Negapatan

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