J. Marahuyo



Fistfuls of Sand

~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ ✧ ~~ we drove away the midnight fishers with the innocence of our existence clingingtooneanother like we hadn’t just met speaking …

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What even are we?

I remember calling you Donkey Kong because it matched your initials. And, you called me “Ate” (ah-teh) – big sister in tagalog because our culture is big on respect, big on our titles for those older, but I’m not sure …

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