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i needed to talk
speak to someone familar,
so i was looking for the audience
this particular person,
nowhere in sight

in the fields of alienation
i exiled,
where to?
the memories of homeland faded
on the day i left

in between you and me
i cannot see nor feel
in between me and myself
i shall live
and come alive

i drank anxiety with my rose
and toasted the lost of speech
tears dropped as i helplessly laughed

bizarre but glamorous they fell
i dared not to wipe out
preciously
all that i kept to piece
is a portriat of someone
whom i forget its name