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Sep 2017
I walked to the Spar
An older lady gave me
a magazine.

Full of pictures
Bracelets and *******.

Fake as the new beauty
Fake a smile
Fake anything he wants.

Now he buys your favourite food
Red lips temptations
And perpetual lies.

Daughters of Zhang
Burnt by the sun.

So much fear that no one is
clapping.

But you will make him happy tonight
Just like the night before.
Spar is the local supermarket near my apartment in Taiyuan. The magazine I was given was called 'Taiyuan Men' - a free magazine with a picture of a beautiful Chinese woman on the front.
Written by
Andrew Duggan
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