The Bin

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If you can let go of stuff so easily
Why can’t you live without those memories
Dump them into the sea
Like you dumped old stuff in that bin
Cut them off
Cut them clear
Let them all go
Leap

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The Sole II

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Cold rain
Icy blades
Piercing
Cutting
Weight on shoulders
Needles through heart
How much more can I handle
No more energy even to hate

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The Scented Girl

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Spring sadness
Heart drunk in spring sadness
Speechless
I’ve left myself speechless
Chilly evening rain
Shaky iced vodka
Sweet dreams or nightmares
A picture without colour
A blossom too old
An ice cube that’s not cold
Million words behind her grim smile
Perhaps her confessions, perhaps her rejections
Rock, rock, rocking
Sway, sway, swaying
But her scent never fades
How can I ever escape

Translation of Jacky Cheung’s Li Xiang-lan

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The Passing Rain

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Those teeth, veins, roars
That kind of burning glare
I know them all
I know them all
This shaking, chattering
This type of inaudible begging
What else can I do
What more can I ask for

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The Lyrics in the Air

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I wrote a song
I bled every word
How he looked when he finally walked away
How it rained when I realised my heart was gone
I made a paper plane
I flew the heartbreak away
Deep breaths
Everything’s okay
But why
Really why
Why did someone pick it up
Picked it up and sang it out loud
Sang it aloud somewhere I could hear
I could hear and so I realised it’s him

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The Casa

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Finding home
I’m finding a home
Without odour
Without nuisance
Finding somewhere
To be my home
A few pairs of worn shoes
A whole backpack of melancholy
I hug myself
So cold, so warm
I dry my tears
Helpless then back to fearless
Finding home
Searching the world
Somewhere I’m cherished
Somewhere I’m the priority
Finding a place
To be my home
Volumes of heart-to-heart journals
An overwhelming number of snapshots
I searched the world
For years on my own
I’m my home
So I thought

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