my mom lights a candle sight heavy, and looks down she sits at her alter--silent and weary asking the candle light to be the lamp needed to persevere my friend's mom would make a fist and tap it to her chest the rhythm would expand from soft taps to pounded beats she needed to know her heartbeat still existed amidst the turmoil and pain my ninang gath…
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