Friendship taste nothing like it. The beer
that night, like her eyes,
was cold. I told her
I want nilaga
because that is what you
get after labor:
the grief of listening to grief.
He left her
even after her labor.
She told me
there is no nilaga.
only cold beer.
that night, like her eyes,
was cold. I told her
I want nilaga
because that is what you
get after labor:
the grief of listening to grief.
He left her
even after her labor.
She told me
there is no nilaga.
only cold beer.
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