The night was dark,
As if the stars never shone.
The soil was dried,
As if it never rained.
It was silent,
As if words were never spoken.
We were far apart,
As if we were never close.
My heart was aching,
As if it had never been hurt.
Because you walked away,
As if you never loved me.
My A. (2014)
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I found this discarded doll on a street somewhere in NYC in March 2017 and so I took its photo with my Voigtlander film camera. It seems to be as if one of the lover has abandoned the love just like how he or she has abandoned this doll, just like in the poem that I wrote years ago.
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