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and the sounds of the saints buried in,
i got no sense for cents, for blood, for war -
Leaving on a trip today
Going to China -
Roll out the rice paper,
And grind up the ink, -
We meet here, almost every night,
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I unmindfully stumble down the crowded street,
My fragmented eyes stare down at puddles of pain... -
jade bracelet in the lantern light
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The Chinese Horse(at Imperial Tombs Exhibit, Orlando, summer 1997) Born In flames from royal brooks of clay,by Zyskandar A Jaimot 28 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 20 3:21 PM 2008. In Contemporary, Contest, Life, Thoughts, Society, CHINA
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Jade beads / Glisten on the shelf / Waiting /
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