Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Saturday, March 06, 2010

It's like all over again.

The sun will always rise.
The sun will always set.
The wind will always blow.
The wind blows to a standstill.
The river will always flow.
The river flows to a standstill.
The grass will always grow.
The grass will wither.
The flowers will always bloom.
The flowers will wither.
The moon will always rise.
The moon will always set.

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