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Apr 2014
On the way home
The road path out to nothing at all
As I walk
People start to talk
Eyes are swallow
Sinking to the well

Hands up in the air
The sky is small
And the raindrops
Sweet, bitter I thought

I face the walls
Breathing become difficult
I struggle

On the way home
The path lost me on my way home
Hus J
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Hus J  Singapore
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