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I C O R N
A Wandering Soul

In memory of Wang Ruowang, writer of conscience
the old man would say to his wife
You could no longer grasp anything
birdsongs, not even the crying of your
sons and daughters who had rushed
like finding himself on a planet
No more will there be a second
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