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  1. Soup van

    When I was in New York, I had this chance to ride with the soup van. You know, that sort of van that drives around the city, distributing free food to homeless and poor.

    That night the van I was in served the Bronx. I was in town for more than a week, but never been to that area. We passed the bridge, I saw the big bright stadium. I heard alot about Bronx, not really nice ones. When I saw that stadium, I thought the area couldn't be that bad. Well, I supppose the stadium was the ...
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  2. He plays...

    by , 01-21-2009 at 07:55 AM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    He plays the sonnet, held tight to his breast,
    earnestly waiting for those who know best.
    There shakes the feather, held down on the ground:
    'let me free!, let me free!',
    yet the thoughts had no sound.

    Would that I could, eat a trick of the light,
    Then we would be alright,
    Then my thoughts would run free.

    Updated 01-21-2009 at 08:52 PM by Silas Thorne

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  3. Neighbours

    I live in 6 floors apartment building, 2 apartments in each floor (I live in the 1st floor, that would be 2nd floor for the almost the rest of the world, I think). So, roughly, at least I have 11 neighbours in this building.

    My next door neighbour is a middle-aged woman. I think she lives by herself. I met her face to face twice and see her from the back once. First encounter was about 2 weeks after I moved in. I met her downstair while the mover came to deliver my boxes. She said, ...
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  4. Internal Bleeding

    I'm tasting copper in my throat and I have pains all through out my gastrointestinal area. I'm leaving for the clinic soon.
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  5. My Heart Flown Away

    My Heart Flown Away

    I was so lonely
    watching out the window
    wondering where my heart
    has gone

    For it must have flown
    away, away, somewhere
    to find another day

    And here I was left
    in yesterday, cast
    aside never to see tomorrow

    It is so unfair
    painted in shades of gray
    that the color has faded away

    For my heart
    it has escaped
    and now I cannot
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