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Jun 8
needle is worn out
dulled
thread is worn out
disconnected
marbles decided to scatter themselves
upon the floor
opened the door and went out
into the garden
to the street
beyond the traffic light
on the clouds
flied high to the sky
as night falls
they became stars
became starlights
a little bit of love
entered the room
through the window glass.
Yonah Jeong
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Yonah Jeong  61/M/NJ
(61/M/NJ)   
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