Ken Suh Biography

Happiness is when.....
I see your loving face
I hold it in my hands
and prepare for an embrace
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I hate myself for my sin
my one and major crime
My body feels as weak as tin
the bones much thinner than a dime
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'what would it be like.....not
to hold your angel hands?
Not to kiss your blushing cheek
so smooth and soft like sand'
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I saw a couple walking by
fighting with each other
The noise made some sparrow cry
my heart was painfully bothered
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Waking up to a dark dreary world
the drug is in affect
My head has gone off
where is this place?
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