Tatlong Tula

My words are spoken
not by my mouth
but by the tears
that flow invisibly and silently.
I wish for more wishes
my life'll be a giant lamp
with a genie that's in my heart
I wish for my heart to be rubbed.
Robbed.
My hunger is my pleasure.
Every bite is a reminder
of that finger-licking dream
that I can never have.

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