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Under the shade of the old sycamore, I
can wait forever...From
afar, I caught a glimpse of her. In fast and long strides, she walked. She
walked li..
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“Hey do you
have a death wish?”
The car
driver shouted angrily from his half-opened window.
Wait, I
think I’ve seen..
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Just one
more day, she says
But I
buried myself
Beneath the
snow
I sleep
Just one
more day, the voice came again
No, I’m
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an excerpt from the sketches of my memory
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February 15, 2017
GMT +8:00
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October 01, 2016
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After all, what is the reality in this faded world?
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There are times that the world feels nothing but emptiness.
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written: 04/26/16; edited: 05/01...
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I'm bored at work so I made a poem. ;)
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