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Just To Let You KnowSometimes just sometimes I think I knew you.
Do you know me enough to remember the years?
Or were you too charmed by the little boy's tears?
It's not fair.
But I don't believe in fair I was stubborn about fairness then; do you remember? Do you remember?
Don't lie to me, though I cannot stop you. Do you see what has happened? I wouldn't have accepted it years ago.
I'm older now, and by law of nature, an adult. What compels you to turn on me? Is it only because of him? Do you believe him? What has he told you? I do not know...I still do not know....
Listen to me, please. I do not beg of you, I ask merely for you to listen. No, you are not listening you can hear, but not listen. There is a difference
Don't look at me that way! I'm not a child anymore, I can think...have you considered that it has been half a decade now? do you want to know what I had to plow through?
My childhood has gone, burned to white ashes, dusted away with the
Hei Ju HuaSometimes, Yao wonders if there is a difference, between steel and silk.
They feel the same.
They act the same.
Yes...then they are the same.
Japan tears out the first strand.
It is two centuries ago again, and so long ago, Yao now sees he is old, and how can he forget? he forgets that he is old by the name of age, but the ache of his body strokes him across his burdened back, only to slap it before laughing in a way meant to be teasing, but not cruel.
Little boy, now a man, but still little; and yet he stands taller, bigger, older. Has he been planning this? planning this from the day China had found him, a child among the bamboo, one day to even become a panda if he left him there any longer. (That is what China wishes to believe, tells himself to, and it grapples with knowledge of the brilliance that shrouds his little brother like a halo.)
Japan tears out several more, later, after the disgusting slash of pouring blood hardens into a scar; and no matter how
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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