Exiled - Poem by Chenou Liu
Often, I yearn for things not lost; I go to sleep in Taipei, but wake up at midnight in Ajax. Like a black widow, loneliness wraps itself around my mind, spins a cocoon, and then squeezes until it stops moving.
early morning stillness...
my heart wandering about
as in a haze
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