Listen, listen.
What I am trying to say,
is...
that when doves fly,
the sun sets twice on that day,
the day turns into night,
and the clouds come out to dream.
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- Tomorrow: Beauty and Death 1
- Muse: Ought nots
- Muse: Being watched
- Muse on Draft 4: On this road
- Tomorrow: Architectural "Services"
- Muse: My Love
- Tomorrow: Architecture
- Draft 3: Where the streets have no name
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- Draft: Where the streets have no name
- Muse: Drops
- Muse: Only the sun knows
- Muse: Super flumina Babylonis?
- Prose: The sun of my heart
- Muse: The day listens
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About Me
- Isaac-Zhin Teng
- I'm a freelance architecture graduate living under water coloured skies.
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