We are a station on standby
With your lips spilling static
Piercing ears,
Drawing blood
To a thick thick flood.
I can feel my heavy heart
Sinking...
& i heave, i gasp for air
To no avail,
Because we are a station
On standby
Perpetually on standby...
-on a jeep to malabon
31/5/2014
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