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Look for the pink
It's when we're
driving along
and it's the break of morning
when the sun hasn't been awake for long enough
to have warmed your still asleep body.
Or it's when we're
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At the end of the day at the end of the year
It's the beginning of the day
breathe out heavier
walking into school
trying to make a white cloud in the air.
It's the middle of the day
stick my fingers into my pockets
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Loves
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Impression, Classroom.
Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,
and white paper faces with blue lines
look down to see nothing reflected back
but searing lights and
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Where Light Touches You
Where light touches you
I see every little crack in your lips,
and every tiny hair on the side of your face
I see every single cell of skin,
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Where I’m From
I am from coffee beans,
from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.
I am from the steamed soy eggs,
the scent that clings to mornings
like an old, Chinese dwelling.
