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Feb 2018
I.
on the brink of night

waiting, eyes open.

nothing in me is still

but nothing outside moves

hours of staring at lightless window

wasting time thinking about

the wrong person.



A glimpse of the moon

parted by leaves

outside my window

reminds me of how alone I am.

Always the one standing at the passageway

under the busy road

wasting time thinking about

the wrong

person,

I.
loneliness; a feeling or a friend? I couldn't see the difference anymore
Fudz Lana
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Fudz Lana  Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
(Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)   
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