Come the night,
moths banging on the ceiling light,
its heart beating in unison
its bosom
caving the crickets
and the only stars in the thickets
the fireflies
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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