I sing the song unsung
I read the word unwritten
I sail the ship unsunk
I travel the road untaken
I cry the tears unshed
I lead the life unled.
Unlove me !
June 8th, 1998.
UKM Bangi.
Found this old poem I wrote ten years ago right after I met Be for the first time. Love was in the air even then. But I turned and ran away, not wanting to breathe it. I was afraid.
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Tonight, I am waiting to exhale.
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Questa è Enida 
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