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i have felt hanzi in my blood fireworks in my skin dragons in my bones i have looked at a cloudy sky and thought of guangzhou of shenzen of nanjing walls and death and power are my legacy i was born the descendant of a tyrant but i have changed it twisted it and now i am the ancestor of a diamond age once upon a time we bound our feet in rags and hobbled on dirt-packed roads but not anymore not anymore now we sprint full-out to the east the rising sun calls us like silken whispers and we laugh at those who would hold us back walls and death and power are the legacy of those who reach for it of those who write defiance on their chests in ****** pinyin and above all of those who take the fireworks from their skin and scream them alive
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
the middle country
i have felt hanzi in my blood fireworks in my skin dragons in my bones i have looked at a cloudy sky and thought of guangzhou of shenzen of nanjing walls and death and power are my legacy i was born the descendant of a tyrant but i have changed it twisted it and now i am the ancestor of a diamond age once upon a time we bound our feet in rags and hobbled on dirt-packed roads but not anymore not anymore now we sprint full-out to the east the rising sun calls us like silken whispers and we laugh at those who would hold us back walls and death and power are the legacy of those who reach for it of those who write defiance on their chests in ****** pinyin and above all of those who take the fireworks from their skin and scream them alive
there's a power, you see, in seeing something your ancestors built. you think to yourself: "yes, i can match them. yes, i can surpass them."
glassea
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
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