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Jun 2016
words run like a river
from corners of my lips
they run into rocks and trees
of the people before me
but they're just people
they do not understand
the whispering words of a river
all they hear is the constant mumbling
and incoherent cries
Leo
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Leo  beijing
(beijing)   
607
   robin, John Niederbuhl, Keren and ---
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