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In front of my desk
unclean
glass window
one day last year
very small and fragile
flower
stem
leaves visible

While writing a poem

And then autumn came
And then winter came
And when winter came
All erased and forgotten

Spring has come
Spring's March march has passed
Spring's April has come
Now May

I was writing a poem
and the words didn't come to me
so I tried to meet them
and I looked at the ***** window
and it was broken and through the blinds
I could see
stems and leaves and
flowerless trees that I hadn't seen before

They sway in the wind
and greet me
with hot teardrops
with stained palms
and send me
the words of the fragmented world

I am busy writing them down.
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Mom's Love is Democracy Heart.
joy, bittersweet word
joy, bittersweet love
joy, bittersweet petal
waves of joy
ear, eye, mouth, and nose
their light
suffusion.
Yonah Jeong May 11
He experiences his mother's love, but
is breaking her life
and gets caught by the police or doctors
and ends up in jail or a mental hospital
But he soon becomes normal
and comes home
At home, he breaks his mother's
Food, Clothing, and Shelter
in one-sided conversations
with his roommates
in mutterings to himself
but he doesn't hurt anyone
alone his mother
and there is no one else
by his side
but going hospital his last
sometimes on the phone, he talks about
his longing for his mother
and his tears of repentance
But his condition still makes it impossible
for him to get an outside pass
In fact, he became this way
after working as a competent employee
like five stars
and refusing to compete with his colleagues
But no one knows this and no one cares to know
because only his condition matters
and if mom sing his anxiety
he might end up it like them
he makes him even more great.
Yonah Jeong May 11
do not read the book
let the book read you.
Yonah Jeong May 11
everyone unconditionally
even if we claim to be
distant relatives
we are becoming one
family to survive
as myself.
Yonah Jeong May 11
as moon is tilting
overflowed
a sad scent
with my signs
foggy
and envelop me.
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