one of my favourite pieces by (the very emo) boey kim cheng, but that resonates with the battle within my self now.
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Another place, another life, another book,
we go on without a return ticket, on the train of the vanished song, the elusive lines unlocking
a whole library of meaning, our lives shelved in comprehensive oder, for us who will arrive
clothed in dust and dusk, to sit at the appointed desks
and pore over the pages, search out the threa
stringing together all arrivals and departers
which our hands will tell, over and over,
as if in prayer, as if in peace.
-Boey (1992)
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