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Hometown
I found myself missing
when I was thousands miles away, dancing.
How you witnessed my mother’s painful punching
Dark red blooding, crushing like a cracked squeezing
I got furry furniture in my room, your fetish love and lose. Whining
When I was there, missing
When I was over.
I have long gone
From you, and my amusing tragedy alone.
My mama’s gigantic glamour, once shadowed. Now, decayed cologne.
Submerged me when I was five, in that rainy summer sigh, you were there
Watching, witnessing, Waiting
For my buoyant death.
Your frozen rain drunk me, thunder midnight, found myself wetting in familiar darkness.
Even I, once tried hard to escape, have to come to admit
You are my blood, my bone, and bond
Land with Land.
People told me
One’s coming land always leaves sign and sin
Even tiny traces, it is there, entrench deep in
Flesh, bone, even eyes.
True, when I wake up in foreign land
In sundown spins your shadow, your warmth, moist in my eyes.
When I arrive my destination
People see me in surprise, lost traveler, holding nothing
I try to find faith from them, find myself, sky and sea
But you, the only thing to see and feel.
Red soil softens, damp breeze blows, sweating and sticky, shallow river flows with mud
Simple Summer, the only thing I hate and have. Poor and ignorance, I refuse to miss
When I am now high enough to go. Blood drained on your rocky table
My mama’s weary smile, and man’s baffled violence. I grew
On an arid land and now myself dehydrated, left dryness on my skin and soul.
I weep yet only in your voice, I flee yet only in your pace. It is only you
and me. That’s how you cage me.
People told me
Reminisce starts, when distance too far
Separate continents, Pacific tides block
the root. True, I found tears on my bed yesterday morning
Pink roses, fragrance of Latte, I find myself missing
Uncle Tim’s rusty axe, My grandma’s pure paste
Liquid flowing, first time in ten years.
Then finally know,
What I hated
About you
Now I miss
When foreign tides pour
in my exotic ears.

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