Lost Love
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john tiong chunghoo
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it is like something
trailing the leaf
and you know that
it is gone and unredeemable
the warmth of love in the
absence and presence
of one's admiration
in and out of bed
- the silence and quiet
one feels so at home now
after all the pain is a
pearl slowly finding
its place in a shell
it is a beautiful soul
waiting for someone to
break the spell to claim
its magic
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