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Poets’ Corner

By: Kai He

The Poem

The dust of stars
from the crevice of time
dropped lonely
and lipped
the night sky

The wanderer,
gathering up broken words,
shuttled between
history and
tinned fish.

The door
at the end of us
opened and looked
at our souls,
a voice
that reads
and will be

Each fair verse
makes life sweet
and death

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