What Poem by Gil Gregorio

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Stifled light illumined
the dying days, as it
weirdfully grumbled, grappling
the sagging delight...

Within...
an amorphous bench
fizzled a cavalry
of galantrous imagery
of the night.

I just sat there and wondered:
where was the last day
gone by?

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