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Aug 14, 2008 22:13


Visiting Malacca
Shirley Lim

Some one lives in the old house:

Gold-leaf carving adorns the doors.

Black wooden stairs still stand

And wind like arms of slender women

Leading to the upper floors.

It is as I remembered,

But not itself, not empty, not clean.

Some one has scrubbed the sand -

Stone squares and turned them red.

The marble yard is ( Read more... )

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alistenhere August 14 2008, 15:02:33 UTC
I likeeeeeeeeeeee~ :)

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puchikonyo August 16 2008, 03:54:53 UTC
I like it too, though we never got around to discussing it in class yesterday. LOLL

The prof just read it out, twice, and oops, time's up.

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