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I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.
Amalinna Zainal Jul 2017
I write my secret thoughts about you,
On that crumple paper.
Then, I turned that crumple paper into a paper plane.

I made that paper plane.
As a messenger to connect myself to you.

Yet,
My messenger fly…
But never reach you.

And that’s the reason
My thoughts about you
Stay as a secret.
- Y
(Sat, 3rd June 2017)

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