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I am not Tao Lin

I found a crumbling ladies’ fan beneath my dresser

It does not belong to me

The edge is very sharp, I could use it to

Cut your wrist and cool myself with

Whatever is in your veins.

It would not look like blood

I feel like you are full of chilled soup

It’s a wonder that you are not yet crumbling or

Underneath my dresser.

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