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STAGNANT
By Jeffrey V.
Tolentino
At what point must we stop
And listen to soft winds tell
Bittersweet stories of erstwhile times?
On rare, lonely nights
Uninvited consciousness makes us
Name unnamed memories of
Childhood friends and games
And reclaim, only in mind,
A body both brave and innocent.
Time ticked and ticks one more away
Here we are: Awaiting unknown glories
What had we done wrong that made us old?