Poems from aimingyun

“what about him?” you ask. “didn’t you like him?” i look at the picture the boy from pre-college times gives me a flat smile “no,” i say. “...
The green world calls me. I do not want to sit In this abused desk. I do not want to turn The dead pages of this Cumbersome yellow book. I'...
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