angelica dela cruz

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i loved you warmly like the sun
whose hot rays gently
reached the young
i loved you warmly like the sun
...

For the heart is vulnerable,
and words are the medium;
Several years have passed, my dear.
How long it has been,
...

As I was
slipping down
those stony roads,
this red April
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Roaring filling,
screeching.
Slamming up and down.
It surrounds me
...

Sweat trickling
wetness between my limbs.
My head
is too light,
...

weakness seeping through my limbs;
i flail around for consciousness.
holding on to each breath,
digging into each step,
...

lower and lower the rain flows;
softer and softer the light grows.
as dawns awake,
my hands still shake;
...

I travelled long
with my companions.
Cracked and weary,
their plastic smiles
...

It never fades;
Growing with each step.
All encompassing
Ripples.
...

One morning,
i recieved
paper roses,
strongly scented,
...

The hour grows near.
I've come to pass
better days.
Falling down,
...

I wrap my arms
around it, or try,
though it slips,
too quick
...

gently curving waves
embrace my form
forming bodies of women
caressing my soul
...

quiet!
listen to the
small heart beating
...

i’m so tired
of your contempt,
of counting blessings
not well spent.
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wires.
spouting out of it.
like electric noodles,
copper hair,
...

death is a woman
stroking your face
as you lie in the darkness
eyes shut in disgrace
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so this is the way it goes
we're finding our doors all closed
and trying to stay away
from things we want to fade
...

A deep red
Blossoms
Where my blade
Rests
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