Poems from aimingyun
“what about him?”
you ask.
“didn’t you like him?”
i look at the picture
the boy from
pre-college times
gives me a flat smile
“no,” i say. “...
The green world calls me.
I do not want to sit
In this abused desk.
I do not want to turn
The dead pages of this
Cumbersome yellow book.
I'...
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