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Incestuous Infatuation
by Clemencio Bascar yes we are physically free no bars no walls no trenches around us we go about without barriers like monsoon winds likewise countless are locked behind bars many through no fault of their own but more are hopelessly shackled in the dungeons of their souls prisoners all we are of one sort or another for crimes nothing to do with laws but for desires gone berserk just look around and you'll get what i mean we are all prisoners of conscience for incestuous infatuation with our own egos |
Former Vice President for Corporate Affairs, Western Mindanao State University. Writes poems, columns, articles, plays and books published locally, nationally and internationally.
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