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My Deaf & Mute Childhood Playmate, a Poem

The hardships in growing up, translated… You’d, Described Your Hometown Using the Drunken Universe Those Years, the 58-Degrees Sorghum Wines Had, Eaten Away the Heart You’d, Lost The Lips, the Funny Tones You’d, Talked in, were the Broken Down Characters … Continue reading

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