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Fate of A DewDropA lone dewdrop from heaven falling down and down, no idea where it shall land- / Would it be the beak of a bird, quenching its overnight thirst, diminishing itself for salvation? / Would it be on a red rose, waiting to be plucked by a lover for his love, wiped by the lovely hands?

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Jan 28, 2011

SANDCASTLE...I lied by the sea, / far away from the ebb- / uncared, untraceable,

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Mar 2, 2010

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