poppin’ Skittles & staring at a sea of cells, Excel cells, that is.
Thursday, October 23, 2008Here’s my cover of Mr. Ronatay’s An Mamutan sa Isog nin Kinaban
The weight of dusk precipitates on your palm;
and why, by each graze of your hand on my face, stars entrance me?
I am deafened by the pealing of your breath which gently casts on my ear,
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down my neck, sliding through my chest.
You said the tickle & pith of our lips made you nauseous on the night when the moon rushed to commence our story
Drunken, and dancing by the whirl of our embrace…Then, you said, then is the finest hour to succumb to death.
I broke to a smile.
I was smiling and drowning into your eyes; the blue of which shared the same depth & placidity as the sea.
And can anyone please help me on these?
agimadmad
alumaad
sulnupan
Definition please? Thanks.
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And I just remembered what’s missing from the list: Closer, starring Portman, Roberts, Owen & Law.
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Notice the transition from morose to pathetically smitten.
Give her a break. We all falter.
The lucky ones, happily so.
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