she combed my hair flat with her
fingers
maternal and caring
the shiver I felt at her touch lingers
natural and uncaring
vernal and unsparing
a fair, quiet girl – Oh I wish I were
younger.
You could have had your elbows propped up on the parapet of the ferry to the kampong You could have sighed at the sunset faded from the lo...
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