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My dearest morning call
In stagnance I unseathed
From my sheets
Breathing the stale gas plummeting into my nostrills
As the ciggies and wagons slowly trilled
Along
Through the window silts I hear
The passionate vibes fleeting into my ear
Scavening cats meowing
Ciggies smoking
Trash cans jumping
Coffee steaming
into
My veins
Good morning
This is your dearest Hong Kong calling
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squares | within | squares | I | see | hearts |
within | people | that | feel | our | hearts |
squares | that | convey | immense | hope, | as |
I | feel | immense | frustration | yet | I |
see | our | hope, | yet | please | cure |
hearts, | hearts | as | I | cure | hope |
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Bracelets
Fuse
the
Tears
of lukewarm teal
dashing across the mellow beal
Reels
of bittersweet poppies
swailing along the breezily trill and
Seal
the duo to a slender corridor
wearing
bracelet after
bracelet of alternating green and yellow
bracelets
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Destinations
I floated through the corridors
Of the levitating bridges
A connection yet
A dichotomy between glamour and wilderness
Swaying dubiously as usual
Passing into a refreshing yet heedless crowd
In their shelter of safety
Oblivious of their destination
Oblivious of their destiny
In the interospective moments
Au fait with
The chiliness in the night breeze
The coolness of the limos cruising by
The coldness of the lingering shadows
The crispness of the rusted rails
I stride
Alongside the endless avenues of desire
Sometimes crying and struggling to balance
This is destiny not a destination
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Good Night?
i see the
Speedy cadillac racing
Exuberantly along the
Lacing lanes to the auto-toll lane,
Edging past unhurried double-deckers. I see
Cabs
Trailing slowly, queuing
In line, their
Vibrant red backlights glimmering in my
Eyes
this is the Cross Harbour Tunnel
Radiating its white versus red vibes
Evening and
Day.
good night to the city that never sleeps
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