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| It's so real, to have left Thailand finally.
All the time we spent there, the nebulous sunrise,
the scorching sun
that lobsterified us,
the reflection of sunset that is so golden eyes
hurts when you stare at the water,
the starry night above the city main
road where mopeds drove past you with explosive blasts, the bike ride
during the torrential downpour,
the unnameable invertebrates found in
the showers and
the bed that squeaks even when you attempt to move in
the slightliest fashion.
The tears that ran down, with memories flashing pass : no more
"Ke-w-in"s from the kids, or trips to Tesco, or night strolls along the
beach, or the smiles that are so warm they melt your heart, came from
the love that so secretly, unknowingly crept into my heart.
The love that is so real, it hurts.
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| Rough
Eyes looking into eyes,
in the deep whirl,
searching for the root of sensation
of melting ice.
Shoulders locking shoulders,
on a bull ride,
jackets ripped, shirts torn,
dam and levee moldered.
Lips sucking lips,
soft and moist,
mottling guilt penetrating
through the ribs.
Pain sediments eventually,
in the smell of sweat and semen,
lying there, let the pinprick manifest,
drowning in the sea of unforgivable sins.
Choking for air, only a word,
tears will rush out,
as if water raiding into the throat,
and love shawdowed the world.
For it is a sin to love,
especially,
when there are two men in love.
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When shall I find my Brokeback Mountain?
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| That's why I failed my Form 1 Mathematics.
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