Ong Sher Li

Sher Li was (probably) born old, cynical and pessimistic. In another life, she would have probably spent her days yelling at kids to get off her goddamned lawn, but in this one, she kills time writing poetry and prose that (hopefully) someone out there might enjoy.

Contributions:
The Profundity Unattained (20 Minutes in a Taxi)
you are what you eat (you know what it is)
To the Interrupted Girl:
Galatea’s Lover
The Hollow Men

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