I am a tornado child 2018-06-21

born in the whirl of clouds; the center crumbled, then I came. My lovers know the blast of my chaotic giving; they tremble at the whip of my s ...

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21/06/2018 2018-06-20

The dialect of the scrub in the dry season withers the flow of English. Things burn for days without translation, with the heat of the scorche ...

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19/6/2018 2018-06-19

I am a tornado child. I come like a swirl of black and darken up your day; I whip it all into my womb, lift you and your things, carry you to ...

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18/06/2018 2018-06-18

每日一首詩 This is where you leave me. Filling of old salt and ponderous, what’s left of your voice in the air. Blue honeycreeper thrashed ...

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