Friday, July 4

There's no friend quite like an older sister.
Often when I rummage through our lives,
Memories like orange-colored lanterns
Yield your face, gold against the darkness.
So many times you smack my back,
Irritating dreams that now are me,
Showing you my tongue in all its starkness,
Treating with soft charm my wtfcrappy phantoms.
Each time I think of you, Chlorine gas fills the air,
Pungent you say? Pain i acclaim D:
Signing off
PS: Chuang Liang, please don't hit me ;]
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