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KATOL
by Anonymous

As the twisting smoke
from a mosquito coil
gives up its shape
so it can rise,

I threw away my spear
and put on shoes
to join my world
of gray faces.

In time, a formless
haze filled both
my room and my world
and they became one.
      

This poem is a BPSS original.

 

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