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My Job

Daydreamer falls asleep
Slowly with sleepy
Hands and heavy eyes
With short tall hairs
And crumbly sheets
And no bedside table lamp
Only ticks and
Wanted rumbling alone;
Conversations with one
Self,
Cause this daydreamer
Is exact and none with
Only few worries
(supposedly) while
on the job.

11/21/03

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i just finished reading "Funny Boy" by Shyam Selvadurai.
this one text made me feel so many things, i can't explain.
i feel like the young boy,
confused and sad but hungry for life. ..

thinking about him makes me smile.

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i am tired.

and not interested

An orange sky
Keeps me awake
Under the eyesore
Of mine
(Only)
Fidgeting too close
To my
Something
(Only) I am want-ing
This colour (and)
Not something blue
As I am (already)

This orange something
Peeling my skin
Casting my blue
(Shadows) across the
Crease
This orange sky
Making me
Not any better

(at all)

01/01/04

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