Stars sink one by one
Pulled down by an invisible hand.
Again they emerge out of the blue out of the purple sky
as if snatching away the day
just like a laikhutsangbi.
She lays there without moving a muscle
Grabbing her oath with a tight grip and enough faith,
While those grotesque figures remain in oblivion.
The fluid gushes down the track,
Only the fluid and nothing else.
And nothing else.
I just wish all these are just the flickering scenes of a movie
I’d watch during a cold winter night,
Snug under thick layers of blankets inside a nice cozy room,
Sipping a cup of coffee savouring the aroma of every sip every second
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