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I will never regret the secrets I have kept. // Sometimes, though, they escape as a hiss. / // / The secrets I have kept belong to him as…
Consider Me Your Future
A Samurai rests toward the sound / Of sun melting snow. / Elm branches slope and point / In the direction of time turning. / Earth’s belly has…
In the library a student I don’t know // exclaims that over a million people died on his birthday— / he is smiling as if this fact has given him…
Empty Plate with Sword
My people once held fire in their palms // Masked as hot prayers. Masked as breath turned frost when the lungs, exhausted, / Gave into the cold…
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