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Thoughts are like little alphabets,
each letter stands on its own,
when rambling, they appear fuzzy altogether;
when ordered, block of memories are formed.
They go around in circles at times, recurring and overwhelming.

With varying line-ups, they give different meanings in lives.
Dear Thoughts, will you be good;
Fly with me tonight,
build up colours in my sleep;
for it’s only in darkness do I see the wonder in you.