Quir Diing Jr.

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I must admit how happily you are living life.
Profoundly beautiful if I may stress.
A well-lit roof you dwell under
I see you all day biking down the street
...

Texts of no sense flux in
I can’t take it any longer
She was one foot six below
My head.
...

Because I am young
I am alone
Arrested for my right
Crime did
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Look in my eyes
What do you see?
Look in my eyes
And witness your natural strings of beauty
...

Dear mother,
As I stay in prison
Like an inmate
I thought enough
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But, when I die without you,
I will cry like mother ewe
Below my grave
As I walk via the ave
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I was just under the shade
Believing not what I saw
And my veins got warmed up
It then grew into my soul
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I am appalled and abhorred on how you do it
You pretend to smile at me,
Laughing as loud as you could at my quirks
And tried all you could to mask
...

And i saw her some forty yards away
She was beautiful, nice, and gorgeous
And she was in purple like crane bird's daughter.
That is what killed me.
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I have dearly waited for this moment
You are always in my mind
When I first saw you
I fall in love with you
...

Life hasn't been the same
I'm indoor you in such of a treasure
A treasure named love
Life hasn't been the same
...

This is what I got
For you
My people
As I stand here
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How much,
Is it to be an apostle?
Answer,
Do I guess not
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Dark am I, yet lovely
O, fellow men
Dark like the black paint
Like the night time of the remote
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O darling, you are my heart
Earnestly I seek you
My soul thirst for you
My body longs for you
...

Surely, can you recall me?
Nevertheless we were born a part
Different lands we came from
Like soldiers battling at war
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How pleasant it is
Surely, too pleasant
Like the smell of the perfume
Belonging to the queen
...

I was not up to life
Like a living stone
Yet I could be forced
Beyond my interest
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Dear, mama
Oh! Mum
O, mother
What should I do to you
...

My fantasies grew each minute
Like human body cells.
Love letters and text messages
Were my messengers
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Letters From The Past: To My Dearest Children

I must admit how happily you are living life.
Profoundly beautiful if I may stress.
A well-lit roof you dwell under
I see you all day biking down the street
From late spring to early autumn.
Giggling gaily as the king could be
Knowing amicably that a silver spoon awaits
You at the dinner table.
A delicious aroma of dim sum prepared by her.
Your dearest, excellent, loving mother.

Nonetheless, I must say I didn’t experience that life.
I recall those days your grandfather would force me to attend school.
Those days I would get rained on and expose myself to autumn cold
And summer heat.
Those nights I would deny myself the want of sleep.
The nights I would dedicate myself to the study of mathematics
And the Theory of Everything.
I felt the chill breeze of the North Atlantic digging into my veins.
My feet would get buried in the snow hills formed along the side way
In a boisterous winter evenings.
All I could hear every morning at the bus stop
Was the voice of the Metro Newspaper bloke.
Announcing “Metro! Metro! ”
And the enchanting sound of beautiful Christian ladies wishing every passer-by
“Merry Christmas! ”

However, I do not regret those days.
Neither the nights when I wanted to sleep the most.
I enjoyed a little of my life when I was youth
I knew I had a mission
I didn’t study for my own sake.
I went to school to steal knowledge
For the betterment of my next generation.
My dearest children, I must say this.
“We don’t learn for us,
We do it for others.
And we must make every move simpler and easier for them.
Go learn and sweep knowledge as if you were gonna' die the day following.”
Heavens shower you with blessings my dearest, meritorious children.
Your gentle and loving father.

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