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JOSE GERVIC LABE, JR.
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The Seed You've Sown These aches I bear, the pain I suffer.
The tears that were shed
From my innocent eyes,
fills and overflows from my broken piece.
This seed you've sown deep into my heart.
Will grow and bear fruit, full of anger and bitterness.
Its roots penetrate into my very flesh.
Sipping blood in my every vein.
That plant within me will never deteriorate.
It will never be rotten, it will never be eroded.
'Till you come and taste its bitterness.
While you beg for my forgiveness.
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