Khue Bui Poems

You can see me,
but you don’t know me.
You know what I like,
but you don’t know me.
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If life is not worth living,
then the trees would all die.
If life is not worth living,
then pigeons wouldn’t fly.
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your heart keeps beating, as you watch him from behind
you were so close to him, but separating you was a line
your eyes followed him, hoping he’d turn around
but you’re too scared to even make a sound
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