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Poet’s Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn 

my world, a stone

thrown from the tip of my soul
skimming mortal puddles
2014-Rene
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  1. Ah yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming…. but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.

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