1996
The moon was shining halfly
A night I'll thank for ever
It feels like nineteen
A moment of waxing crescent
It was a fading blue accent;
I've never been this new
A lunar eclipse
It dare me to change hue;
Fight for me darling
We don't have to worry
Let's make another story
On the beats of nostalgia.
-MJA Ronquillo
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Buckle up
There's no more holding back.
Take it or leave it.
We are going down the rocks,
This is it now.
No more highs and lows,
We are in the middle of the slope.
Tell me how to tie this rope—
From my arms to your arms—
So if you fall, I will hold—
I will carry the weight until my warm thaw out your cold.
-MJA Ronquillo
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