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Jul 2014
Swirls in the wind
do nothing to hide
my raging within
and a flower that blooms
is a flower that dies
all the fragile
vivid blooms
that live for just a few hours,
I can’t help but think
what a waste of beauty
living its life
on the same old lies.
e
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e  Malaysia
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