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		<title>I, Broken</title>
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		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/i-broken/</link>
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		<title>How do you begin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[to understand dreams with background music, the word time repeating over and over again in tune to drum beats heavy with chords you can&#8217;t name you don&#8217;t know how, only one in a thousand people can recognize pitch by hearing alone; you don’t even know the differences among do, re, mi… Where do you begin [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=51&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2009/05/19/how-do-you-begin/</link>
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		<title>Kung Papaanong Nabuo ang Guwang &#124; The Origin of Void</title>
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		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/26/kung-papaanong-nabuo-ang-guwang-the-origin-of-void/</link>
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		<title>Portrait of a Woman, Waiting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Inside the hut, she
cradles a winnow basket on her lap,
combing grains of rice for pebbles,
for husks. She watches waves
form round her fingers.
She is thinking of return;
she is thinking, soon.
Then she gathers some grains
in her hands, lets them go,
lets them rain from her palms.
The door behind her creaks
and she jolts to look—
but only the wind greets [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=20&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/25/portrait-of-a-woman-waiting/</link>
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		<title>My Mommy is a Robot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My mommy is a robot and she’s with me every day. She’s always inside this little screen my daddy bought for me. Whenever I get home from school and dad gets home from office; he would press a button, enter a word, and POOF! Would come my mommy smiling at me.
Yes, she is a robot [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=18&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/my-mommy-is-a-robot/</link>
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		<title>Ground Zero</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Drug:  Mescobine
Mescobine is a psychoactive drug that is classified as both a depressant and a stimulant. It is either taken orally or snorted; oral ingestion being the more famous (and less dangerous) choice. Its three major ingredients are mescaline (the active ingredient in the hallucinogen peyote cactus), nicotine (the active ingredient in cigarettes), and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=17&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/23/ground-zero/</link>
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		<title>Inilagay Mo Ang Iyong Kamay sa Aking Balikat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[at ‘yon na. Iyon na ang katapusan. &#8216;Pagkat ang pagdampi ng balat sa balat ay may kakayahang magpaguho ng pagkakahulugan, bumuo ng isang panibagong mundo ng mga pakiwari.
Maaaring umusbong ang  salitang mahal bilang isang bulong sa pagitan ng balat ko, balat mo. Maaaring magbago ang salitang kaibigan sa sandaling tanggalin mo ang iyong kamay, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=16&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/22/inilagay-mo-ang-iyong-kamay-sa-aking-balikat/</link>
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		<title>Mga Panuto sa Paghihintay</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Kukuwadruhan ng lumulubog na araw ang kubo sa gitna ng bukid.
Mula sa loob, susuyurin ng babae ang mga bato at ang mga balat ng palay
sa bilao ng bigas sa kanyang kandungan. Papanoorin niya itong gumawa ng alon
sa ligid ng kanyang mga daliri. Iisipin niyang, sandali na lang.
Iisipin niyang babalik siya.
Hahakutin niya ang mga butil sa [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=15&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/21/mga-panuto-sa-paghihintay/</link>
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		<title>Pag-aabang ng Bus</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nagpapaliwanag ang lalaki tungkol sa mga bituin,
sa kalangitan, at sa mga imposibleng bagay.
Sabi niya, nakasalalay ang kagandahan sa distansya:
mga bagay na imposibleng makamit. Mga bagay
na hindi maaaring mahawakan. Samantalang ang babae
ay binibilang ang mga nunal sa mukha ng lalaki—
isinasalarawan ang mga konstelasyong maaaring mabuo
sa bakas ng kanyang daliri. Ngayon nama’y pinapaliwanag
ng lalaki ang kalabisan ng [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=14&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/20/pag-aabang-ng-bus/</link>
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		<title>It is Morning Now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[and he is not with her.
It is morning now and he is gone.
She closes her eyes and remembers
the theatrics of last night:
shouts, decisions hastily made
and can never be taken back,
a slamming door.
Now the aftermath sinks
in.
As a child,
she believed that dust illuminated
by the morning sun were little fairies
who have come to grant her a wish.
She used [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=camsyocumen.wordpress.com&blog=3812021&post=4&subd=camsyocumen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://camsyocumen.wordpress.com/2008/06/19/it-is-morning-now/</link>
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