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April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

i do secret crying over things that have passed me by. you’re one of them. you knocked on my door. and i didn’t hear it. i was busy talking to myself. you went back to the gate and rang the doorbell. and i didn’t hear it. i talk to myself loudly. you sat by my door, thinking what to do next. you blew my windchime. i closed my mouth. i heard it. i closed my eyes. i heard it. i gave out a sigh. you blew my windchime, whispered goodbye. i heard the clang of metal tubes, and felt something, someone amiss. i did secret crying. and i wondered for what.

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