Mark Cho

At first, I was blind,
Never knew what to find.

For a dream without you,
...

You are the seasons of my life.

Spring,
Where Foxes play with their young once more.
...

I reach into my soul,
I follow my shadow's footsteps.
A fog eclipses both light and night.
Is it the path of thorns?
...

Every Damn Day.
After 100 words,
I say goodbye
And then hi.
...

I write to you in the past.
I wish I held on to your clasp.
Your laugh blurs my sight.
Restart the night.
...

Death.

beyond the doorstep
within a town of doubters
...

You have mail.

'hIdE....FrOm HER'
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You were the Day,
the rise to Summer
Beauty as endless
as the sea
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