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Jun 2013
I want
to dye the sky dark
to snow
on each roof tile
to let fog
to separate us
to solidify a wall between
back
and
back

Under the falling tree’s leaves
we persist in waiting
the sprouting grassland
would live through the season of frozen branches,
creeps to our
dreams
could reach
when turn over
Jeff Chen
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