your eyes spoke eloquently
in silence
gaze darting
as if at any moment
you will be devoured by
an unknown force only your
greasy head can fathom
say what secrets can your weary
body hold
are u a victim or a predator
and those hands of grime and dirt
who could have they caressed
or murdered?
aah what thoughts goes with
those far away looks
as you move from corner to corner
in your tattered clothes
do you have regrets
or do not mind at all
completely lost in your own world.
Eloida Capuno
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