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Happy Birthday,Crystal !
I’m sitting on floor… wrapped up in blanket,
My fingers like a spider's legs scuttling on the keyboard
Trying to capture a moment
Once enjoyed upon a time so fleeting
Quietness engulfs the street outside
Just the familiar sound of traffic,the curses of drunkards,
The roar of motorbikes
Robust like lions
Invades my thoughts
I must hurry
No time to waste
No time to bleed anymore
On the barren landscape
The sandman,my nocturnal guest,
Already at the door
A Line or two
With no hard feelings
Would hit home
And let me sleep content at least this night .
Happy Birthday ,Crystal!
How heavy is it now on my lips!