The night pushed me down;
I had to struggle for classical
Technique and realistic representation.
I’m not sure I looked straight
At the brick wall. It took so long
For my eyes to focus:
That was 464 BCE,
Now.
August Poem 30
The night pushed me down;
I had to struggle for classical
Technique and realistic representation.
I’m not sure I looked straight
At the brick wall. It took so long
For my eyes to focus:
That was 464 BCE,
Now.
stories about English language and people in Asian communities in America and in Asia.
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