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1995

The long interview, the hustings,

election,

the camp.

In the midst, I saw you -

tall, cool, perfunctory.

I do not know why,

I fell in love with you.

1996

The long interviews, the hustings,

elections,

the camp.

I saw myself in your shoes,

but you are gone.

Each event a reminder,

an empty, pointless,

ache.

The place remains, the people left.

I never got the chance to confess,

though it is no difference,

you never cared.

1997

I would be gone,

our only link cut.

I would that time is stronger then.

by Iced Lemon Tea

art71001@leonis.nus.edu.sg.

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