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Monday, July 02, 2018

listening to the murmurs of many-headed visions

My Sin:

Old wounds
all over again
come
hand in hand
off and on
like jealous friends
wanting someone else’s credit.
 
Under a lamp in the night
I meet a unicorn
sitting
in my mirror.

Chungmi Kim.

ntodd 

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