Wanted Father of my Child
Walang nakasulat sa libro.
"Ano 'to, design?", tanong ko sa sarili. Ibabalik ko na sana nang parang may nahagilap ako sa huling pahina, binuklat ko 'yun ulit and there goes a poem at the 2nd to the last page of this empty book.
"This emotion; Morbid to Forbid, heart reverberates at its crescendo, an ebony I don't mind staying to, an anecdote tale of aeons of waiting, eyes that never stopped from crying.