Arthur Chua
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NUMERICALSA Poem by Arthur ChuaNumbers... on the 10th year... at the 11th hour... sitting on cloud 8 awaiting cloud 9 |
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infinite clarity of my twisted sobriety- random no..A Poem by Arthur Chuaas one walks on cobbled ston.. |
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infinite clarity of my twisted sobriety- random no..A Poem by Arthur Chua...and when the violins struck her heart's strings... the mind numbs his alarm in silent rings... In a manner of speaking... the moutains of fals.. |