By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
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Where do I go
to escape a bleeding moon?
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my head spinning, the ire
to sin, burn in a fire
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to hell with the reasons and meaningful swoon
I am nothing but nerves and heat
cut me off neat
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beat me into a smithering of dying light
I will not fight
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stillness is my might.
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MAY 2021