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Amy Wong

fairytale

 

when I was a girl

I played in a fake forest

 

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a path with no grass covering

lay beyond the clouds

 

looking around

the trees in the box

 

leaving the homeless birds

alone in the dark

 

noise with sudden storm

frightened the beasts

 

thunder, roaring ¡V

chorus of nature

 

mists never shine

but through the mirror

they chant and whisper

 

the exit ¡V

full of flowers

fading

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I Can Only Write Cliché

 

Night crowded with lights

The moon shouts

Shadows silent as usual

Big rats, small dogs, beautiful beasts

All blank in the lost city

 

The sky is blue

The river flows

Flowers blossom

Birds sing with a bitter throat

The sun goes home

Night comes

 

Fireworks laugh for a few seconds

But longer than your average poem

Clichés will outlive us all

 

The lines all start with capitals

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No free lunch

And no full stop

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too many

 

too many dogs sleeping at night

too few ghosts passing in the day

 

I dare not greet

 

too many lights to count

too few stars to compete

 

it¡¦s the moon who loses

 

too many gamblers fill up the casinos

too few chips they can win

 

machines all well fed

 

too many forms to fill in

too little time to decide

 

the answer is always too easy

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