Remnants ***** In Coa Bldg And The Press Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Remnants ***** In Coa Bldg And The Press

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Sitting here around 9 am
Watching faces scrupulously
passing by
what a rare collections feeding
in my mind

I don't know their names
My two comrades were in silence
I knew they had rare collections too
in their minds
Recalling faces, storing strange identity
for future use, interests, connections,
what a rare collections in our mind!

People wear unsunken cheeks
some with clean-shaven look
some look like corrupt
and alleged graft
and ready to throw artificial greetings

What for? What for?
the innermost question I can't hide
inherent from birth

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Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism
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