Tuesday, September 09, 2003

The rain was splattering on my face,
My specs was watering up,
Each line of the divider becoming faster and faster as i zoomed down,
Pitch black except for the moonlight and specks of lamps,
Regular friction from my dented wheel,
Wet fringe across my eye,
Water trickling down my leg,
Handphone survived.

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