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Poetry by Gabriel Yeung
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Lucky
We mad lucky
Like a jackpot or something
Or a green winter and sprinkling diamonds
Innocent Radiance depressed cuz His friends use him
But, once again I look upon the cross where you died
It's nasty I shouldn't be here
Tear my Sunday clothes
Why sing? I can't
Even pray. Am I
Loveless? Whatever,
He's got me.
A poem by Gabriel Yeung