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DisciplineRaw energy. / Despite the stiffness in his fingers, / despite the way his fingertips harden with calluses,

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Hometown BoysHometown boys today aren’t like the ones my grandmother remembers. / Back then they looked like decent folk. / Hair combed, pants the right size,

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Accordion ManThe French man looks up toward the sky, / Cigarette puffs mocking the minute traces / Of clouds above.

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BlossomingA cold breeze, chilling only the skin, / deterring nothing deeper, / nothing sacred, or secret, or obscure.

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PayphoneA forlorn and simple scene. / The payphone dangles / lifeless

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Practice Makes PerfectBeads of sweat escaped from my forehead, / leaking from my back, / lubricating my hands and

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Melting the IceToday, he lives his life unchanged, / unaware of the gifts he gives, / the joy he brings.

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The BossI kneeled on the polished wood floor, panting and sweating. My body was writhing in pain, having been mercilessly beaten two masked men; I knew not who they were or why they had come for me. Nor did I know where I was now. I didn’t know anything anymore; everything was drowned in a rising sea of confusion. There was nothing but my battered body, slowly letting forth blood and the wooden floor, gluttonously sapping the heat from my hands and legs and hoarding it within its cold, polished surface. / My ears perked as I heard a noise outside of my elegant prison. As I strained my ears to their fullest extent, I almost grasped what the sound was. Soon, there were several noises and they were louder than the original one. After an unknown period of time, I recognized the sounds as speech even though I could not understand it. Fear swelled within my heart. I feared that the goons who had battered me and sealed me in this room were among those who conversed in the hallway and what horrific things they would do to me if they returned. I prayed for the voices to stop, for them to leave. I waited for the worst, but prayed for the best. I silently and fervently prayed to a God that I only halfway believed in. / Silence. My prayers had been answered. I let out a sigh of relief. It was the first unrestricted breath I had taken since my troubles began. I savored this breath; I inhaled solace and exhaled fear. I rose to my knees and straightened my weary back, feeling the bones crack several times. How wonderful it felt to be upright again!

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Red ChinaFeng collapsed into the snow, / looking up into the sky and / thinking of lost comrades, all lost

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OrangeOrange is a color of few words- / It doesn’t seem to have much of a definition. / No one has ever said much about this one.

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