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Apr 2014
Shouting upon the night sky
In search for the footsteps that pass by
The lonesome flickering street lights
Reflecting the past that I will never find

Lost in indulgence of time
The present is in the mist of white
I am the suitcase traveller
Long for the train of past to stop by
Hus J
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Hus J  Singapore
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