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Mariko
Kitakubo
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as if
falling down into the galaxy, I would fall into your heart sometimes I wish for shoulders to lean against— there's a bitter wind like the delivery of letters after my death in the midst of this rain they appear, the mountain god and the god of the stream joined together by his umbilical cord I hold my son, then all the stars of heaven fall down upon me we go back back to the scarlet DNA of original sin, all the way to the womb of Cain's mother, Eve like clouds vanishing from a puddle that morning my father silently disappeared
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