Marsh Hawk Review
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Xiaoqiu Qiu Old Havana Wall above empty cartons and cans black and bold : ¡NO Arrojar Escombros! delegado p.p. P.N.R C.D.R all about the broken bricks, bags, bottles scrawls blacksprays: a/b 2+2=5 4! re__ íon! ¡sí _e pue__ ! the dark, fresh, stuff of it rains again the flower drooling pink on the blackbin a heart pounding and pounding it rains heavier The Lady on the Porcelain in a Shumai Shop After Miss Mo when the chopsticks rested, the vase is there, out of of the hot steam a painted lady, leaning in the middle, arms on a silk mat, like a pheasant, other hand pluck the bonsai leaves, so content her eyes, you’d think war has ended for last time, below chrysanthemums spatter, her wavy dress, cyan the entire porcelain and in between, almost invisible a pair of bound, atrophied feet— the muffled, pain of deep boudoir, glazed for display on the dining table: people throw toothpicks in it |
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