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POETRY

The useless tree
There is refuge in being lost
I am sheltered by the dark
My spirit cannot be stolen
The wave and the mirror
Living with bipolar II
I am excess
Waves break
Ride the wave
You prepare us for your passing
My work has always been people
Let this night end
Seabed
Your mission, I shall inherit
Stones, trees, and poems.
No patience patient enough
Here I am, carried away
A world within
How fast the night changes
Vincent had Theo, and I had Auntie Nel.

aedeanmitra@gmail.com

Olympia Village, Makati City, Philippines

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