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Jul 2020
Colours fade in
Heart reeks of blood
On this hot July afternoon
I close my eyes to your song

Evening rubs on the windowsill
Louis Armstrong paints a dead memory
I am yet to open my eyes...
For you are yet to finish your song
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Somewhere over nowhere  17/F
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