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7. heaven

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February 21, 2016

7. heaven by wei-en allows the reader to easily envision the author's perfect writing environment with twee descriptions throughout.

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wei-en

Published: Sep 8, 2015

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i find myself blinded by the smallest of things – plastic rice bowls & a negligible soft- drink addiction – smudged glasses lenses & too many mandarins there are things that act in the place of the ideal, quick fixes that work longer than they were ever supposed to. my ceiling light is broken – i use two dimmer desk lamps instead. the roof over my room leaks during storms – i lay old shower curtains on the carpet. and when 1am is the only time i do not feel silenced to a void of words, i pick up a pen, exhausted, and tell myself ( this is how it is meant to be. )

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