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Huan Yi
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0 posted 2011-07-21 04:43 PM


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What do they know
That we are doing here

I met you first as a child
Burning with fever
In my mother’s arms

You did not take me then
Yet you left as a wound
The horror of your vacant eyes

Each time
I hung over the edge
Your mouth opened wide
I was again that child
With nowhere to hide
Not even in God

So now again
It is you and I

You as a bull
I as a matador
With this whole
Stupid oblivious world
Sun stars indifferent moon
Looking on

Come Senor
Let us determine at last
How I shall walk this Earth

The drummer beats
The trumpet sounds


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Michael
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1 posted 2011-07-21 04:55 PM


Wow, I truly enjoyed this one, Huan Yi.

I can feel the build up to the climax... and the moment upon you.

Nicely done.


Michael

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