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happy cny. here u see, i'm blessed with the first words of the lunar new year. might not be the imminence of more to come, but i'm glad to have started.
like words i cannot string, and inspirations i cannot tap, my heart in tattered torn, and mind in the living past. i will eat a thousand roses, if words were that sweet, and tell you bitter when you do not read. i blast my ears, with classicals, you read words off a paper, my name in big font, but i tell you, that, i do not write. i'd pray of you, for you, and ask of your being. so close, you speak yet i do not hear. you write and i cannot read. but no, you do not live. in a distant, i could hear, that far, i can read. and bet on sweet memories i will, cause, now, life is not awake. For you.
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