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July 2016, vol 12 no 2

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Chen-ou Liu

Hungry


When I first tasted her kiss, it was like spring water coming from the green slopes of a hill. For six years, her succulent words quenched my thirst. Now, the spring of our life starts to run dry.

she tells a lie
to conceal another
at the banquet
I stack oyster shells
one inside the other


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