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leaf

much like searching
for myself in photos of crowds
in the Straits Times, I found myself
standing before intersections
watching cars, red lights, trails of smoke
pass and I wondered. Wondered
if the shade of me dispersed with
the wind, danced with the breeze,
leaving my soul in its wake, asleep.
In that moment I felt as though
I was the leaf, hanging onto the branch,
waiting for departure, to be carried away.

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