no more foul smell
only a haunted lake to reflect
on its brush with gold
the tourist gude says
sorry we cant bring back its
smell for you
bau
at a haunted lake
its golden past
bau
a haunted lake collects
the town's golden past
bau
i left behind some cropped hair
at the barber
bau
now only the smell of durians here
is memorable
the glitters of her bangles
awakens me to
bau's golden past
bau
borneo's
san francisco
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