Matthew Edan Oliver Palma (February 2,1975 / Pateros, Rizal)
... A memory, a grin, that look of laughter in my eyes
then flashbacks of joy that resounded our hearts' smiles
but not a moment to soon came the pale shades of whys
muting every hue and dimming the giggles in our lives...
for once, I wish I could maintain this in the selective -
our memories that flood and drown my mind...
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