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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
She cannot piece back
The dismembered parts
Of her Butterflies.*

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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
Each time we kiss...

Each time we kiss, and selves
Are not selves, and the
Pie is warm, and the
Shake is cold, and the
Toes are arched, and
Pain is love, the Earth
Suckles at the Universe.

Each time we kiss...

Each time we kiss, and the
Doors are partly closed, and the
Penguins mate, and the
Blankets unfold, and a
Star shoots star, and Time
Is waltz, the Earth
Suckles at the Universe.
Hard.

Perhaps, each time...
...we kiss.*

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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
When you sneeze,
Pick a number,
And say: ''10''.

'Coz we are
Thinking...
...of you.*

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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
Jesse, I am already tiptoeing
With my tap shoes on.

Here is your 'i love you' poem:

''I love you.''*

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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
There they fall—
In a line— ordering
Some greasy stuff.

And here I wait—
Table 6— falling further...
...in love.*

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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
Her kisses felt like Iceland,
Or Maldives,
But her embrace felt...
...like the Philippine Islands.*

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Jeffrey Pua Jan 2015
Your worries are appealing,
Beautiful. You can tell it,
Dear. Your tear tickles...
...your nose.*

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