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Jun 2013
Small hands reach to each other and snap back
like broken street lights,

Slender legs stride uncontrollably
like clouds straying from them selves to become two,

Expressions press on faces
like foreign stamps,

Hungry mouths speak eagerly
the way saliva embarrassingly falls to the floor,

And bodies throw themselves at each other
like hammers to glass
Ruth Boon
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Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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