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little village boy

heroes of all the movies

in the village lanes



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little daughter

asks mom to keep her bell bottom

for her



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these racist remarks

they make daily are

shards of glass thrown

in their children's path

they cut and bruise



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these kindness acted

out of social norms

how dangerous when the real

repressed feeling is let loose

gunpowder bursting through layers of folds



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i feel consoled that as

i leave this island,

even the sea takes pain

to send me off -

the unceasing waves



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dark night -

a meteorite

flashes by



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her  

laugher

the crowd



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twilight

twitterings of

small birds



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japanese

bathhouse

misty bodies



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new neighbours

the silence we keep about

the haunted house

>

or

>

new neighbours

counting the days they'll

stay at the haunted house



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in a prison i dwell

i long to go here and there

as i wish - to see you

it seems i must defy god

for creating me in such a state



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i did not cry over

dad's death but wept over

human backwardness

how death, such inaction

can overtake us



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nudging

his feet against hers

for warmth



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next door death

she ties a red cloth

round her gate



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dying to be born -

giving her three kicks

in the womb