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| Story | Puppet,Puppeteer | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
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| Story | Orchids in Po Wah Yuen | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Kekasihku (Beloved) | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Girl with Black Hair | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In the dark... | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Flurries | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | From Po Wah Yuen | Scanners2 | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
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Flurries
Flurries She is talking about the weather up there in the Deep North, laughing as she watches neighbours chasing their bins in the icy wind. Casually she tells me she can see snow "flurries.
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- 2318 reads
Silence
Silence has settled on us like a shroud.
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- 681 reads
Puppet,Puppeteer
A shabby, gilded box, a faded curtain anywhere, anywhen ' the story is eternal. It is the old stale tale of January and May that wintry fool who fell in love with spring:
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- 598 reads
Girl with Black Hair
I am sitting in the Chinatown bar, thinking always, only of you, your sad voice on the phone. And without warning I see you walking towards me, in denim skirt and army boots, your black hair bouncing as you stride.
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- 842 reads
From Po Wah Yuen
On the other side of the world, on the other side of the day my black-haired love is sleeping.
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- 673 reads