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Fahrenheit

Qian CHEN

Fresh tomatoes stay quiet in the market
Watching fake fantasies, listening to rosy rhymes ... [+]

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After

Kenna Fry

I would have stayed here forever
But they pulled me up from the ground,
And they took shears ... [+]

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