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I drained away the silent stagnant water
Which rose up to the ceiling in my world,
Corroding features of my face, dissolving
My closing Asian eyes, my mouth wide open
In my wet thirst within this well of walls.
And dry, I changed the spelling of my mirror.
I wrote new rhymes of things within my space.
I draw the bow of time to raise its timber.
I sent the arrow of my minutes whistling.
I broke the deadly spell -- I burst away.
And with the arrow of my headlong minutes,
On walls, I scraped your spell of my lost image.
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