the normally colorful marina bay bathed in a shroud of shadows from the morning overcast.... exuded serenity and hollowness.... like the never-wither white lotus flower that's part of vanity, those out-of-nowhere bubbles that facinates many a soul, the geometrically elegant durian that pokes deep into a shooter heart.... the gaping merlion that utters nothing but foams...
guess that the people spending the nite in sands casino must be hollowed out by now.
guess those winners will come back to loose it back.... the loosers will never say die.
only he who empties himself up will be fulfilled.
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