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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Sunday, January 21






Flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end.

Our favourite artist, our song of the year.

I don't want to know how things will be like in 8 months time. Maybe there wouldn't be that 4th year. I wouldn't be around for his 22nd, he wouldn't be around for my 20th. Numbers. Just like how the days are right now. Numbered.

32 more weekends. Maybe 32 more weekdays. 2 months is too little.

I dug up colorsplash photographs from August last year. I thought that day was bliss.


4:25:00 pm


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