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Post by Changming Yuan on Sept 21, 2007 20:06:44 GMT -5
In a powerful whirlwind of whims All shapes and shadows are swept away . Together with blood-veined autumn leaves Erasing each human foot print Mirthfully as if in a childish game You are the only one left here and now Still upholding your marble-based ism
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First appeared in Willard & Maple (Spring 2007).
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