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A Thousand Lives
By: Winluck Wong It was the instant recognition, Flash of uncanny revelation, That revived my mind to realize I’ve gazed in your eyes a thousand lives. We met when Rome was only a dream And we freely...
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Your Side Of The Curtain
By: Winluck Wong A hush brushes us with a blue glim To muffle the row of harsh white din A whisper spreads that the house is in, To be pseudo-silent when lights dim. We are a storm of enormous breaths...
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Running Without Freedom
By: Winluck Wong Geysers of dust erupt in my wake, Fretting to threaten with the opaque To blur and obscure the earnest prints That outline signs of my existence. She traces her way through a paved...
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The Price Of Each Day
By: Winluck Wong Our freedom was paved Through the fire they braved, Not resting till our future was set. On every November, We always remember, Lest the price of each day we forget. Copyright © 2010...
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The Galaxy Cared For A Moment
By: Winluck Wong Her world is glaucous, Purling with currents of gentle mirth ‘Round an island I trust Holds all that infinity is worth. My world is bistre, Churning with storm clouds of hurled earth –...
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Forget This Shattered Heart
By: Winluck Wong She likes his dreamy eyes, The way they electrify the prize Of her inspired sighs. Well, I bet his eyes never notice That she subconsciously bites her lips When she prepares for the...
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Seduction Of Us
By: Winluck Wong Hush – The resounding pound beneath your blouse Is drowning out all vows to carouse. Blush – The dissuading blockade in your space Fades for our gazes to interlace. Fuss – There you...
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Et Ego, Shakespeare
By: Winluck Wong I’m bringing a change-up to the language, Disentangling from the chains hanging us To the flow of the now-dull quill of ol’ Will. Hold it – don’t misinterpret this as a dis, But do...
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The Night Held Its Breath
By: Winluck Wong A night of the richest silt Built up for the spill of glints In the billions across the still Of a frozen heaven holding its breath, Hoping to set the temporal strokes In motion again....
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Office Blues
By: Winluck Wong Ink smudges on awkward places, Drawn faces in budget pages, Caffeine-stained wages for a pipe dream oasis. I’ve got no time to lose. Oh, I’ve got no time to lose. Flashbacks of...
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Be The Man
By: Winluck Wong Now, Sam McGee was from Tennessee. He left his house in the south for some of those northern Gs. Yo, it’s freezing cold. Yeah, but he got dreams of gold so chill. We went Christmas...
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A Start
By: Winluck Wong Someone on T.V. told me that, “Gays are not allowed.” They spoke of sin and hellfire, of the unnatural desire Between the Adams and Steves and the Ellens and Eves. They see it all so...
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