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| ARLENE ANG | ||
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| sun salutation morning settles in my hands gold-leafed plate I quickly break on a landscape of dirt-sawed tiles drought is shattered porcelain gleaming white of bone afternoon broom hurries away death that lingers in dust hanging from a noose of light |
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| © 2003 Arlene Ang | ||
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