a poem of yesterday and today

beauty and sorrow-
my cliche,
taiwanese kind of over-sentiment.
feeling tired,
therefore i lay my pen
knowing there is no place for words anymore.

but i have my hands left,
with those lines on my palms i dont understand,
yet life is blurred there.
and if it is so,
then why not just cut it.

all the things can be thrown.
a person, 
how can a person be so hard-hearted like this.

2.5.99



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