Half Finished Poem
You are my
half-finished poem
half loved by heart
half buried by flesh
you are my
half-finished poem
not a word allowed to change
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01 At the crack of dawn, Mother came into my room. She quietly sat by my bedside and said: “Qiong Bao, there is a farmer’s bazaar in th...
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