You leave
me
scars I rub to bleed fire.
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2017, a eulogy
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Manila Diaries: A Glimpse of Binondo's Chinatown
I initially wanted to post my Chinatown entries from a recent foodtrip with journo friends. But realized I haven't sat down to write ...
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