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eyes feed lights
tiny scythes glint
at lips' corners
unseen curtains
part a moment to
your inner self
no matter your order
or manner of plotting
sounds, signage, map
bits are already pinned
on my ears' wall
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Quiet intimacy. I guess that is what I was doodling with in this piece. And perhaps, something long for in my life. Hence, the desire to play with words, to delve for expressions, imageries beyond the language.
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