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all three horses stand
against the three rails of white
no shelter from wind
orange and blue sky
seen from the back of a truck
work is almost done
door in a stairwell
in grey paint on old window
the word "reflections"
in my mind i see
a picture folded over
is it me or her?
chinese poet comes
quoting work of Mao Zedong
it ryhmes in english
our poems don't ryhme
if we translate to chinese
will it ryhme to them?
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This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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