As The Wind Blows
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john tiong chunghoo
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as the wind blows
the rain beats down
the nose picks
up scents that
give way to little
sweet inklings of
yesteryears
the person could'nt
really remember
the flitting joy
of being there
and not there
the flitting joy
in the coruscating
flight between
the sparkles
of diamonds
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