The door's wide open
he stands tall amidst the mess
his hands full of stuff
a bunch of red envelopes, a half burnt candle,
-a few broken shells
i keep staring at him
lost for words
he thrashes them
n walks away
i stand still
in the hollow he left behind
hoping he will turn back
even if to say goodbye
his hands full of stuff
a bunch of red envelopes, a half burnt candle,
-a few broken shells
i keep staring at him
lost for words
he thrashes them
n walks away
i stand still
in the hollow he left behind
hoping he will turn back
even if to say goodbye
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