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If I were a camera I would zoom in directly On winter trees loud with anthracite crows, The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake; The da... -
Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mob Eyes tracking my footsteps becaus... -
Flicking through pages on my mobile phone I study photos of the summer just gone - Birthday flowers placed in a vase by the ...
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