I had the details
So I chased my tails
I got lost when I asked
Past the pair who were masked
They showed no mercy
No reason to hurry
They painted these walls
Spaces they called empty halls
I've forgotten, I've forgotten
What the things would have meant
So rotten, so rotten
These things I have lent
Notes: Fear of loosing grip of what has happened and what did not.
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Dear Emil,
I have always love reading the poems you've written and wish I could write as well as you do:) Please do keep writing good poetry.
All the best to you in your PMR examination. We'll all be waiting for your good news!
Aunty Valerie
Wow. This poem is really good. It has some meaning beneath it.
Bravo(: So are the other poems of yours
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