john tiong chunghoo Poems

</>in my hands again
childhood marbles
how fast the years had rolled by
how quietly and gently childhood
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a richard cory can make a home in us
no man is an island to life and death
and everything in between
now and then we are driven to the edge
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biru gelap laut di Pulau Manukan
dakwat berkesudahan untuk bina seni
cendekiawan jangan lupa tunaikan
bimbing kita ke lautan minda berisi
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Sylvia's mom to Sylvia

so long ago you were born
so long ago you were gone
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Ungry ghost festival
tonight hell notes light up
the alley ways
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Abandoned house
a menacing consciousenss
brewing
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tanabata
she says she is on the
crossroads of her life
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the real balls are the physiques
which are filled full with desires
ever ready to show their invincibilities
they can turn anyway as desired
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seven leaves
swept asunder in
a tumultuous
and roaring wave
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