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Mourning A Friend
Raindrops press the waters at Ligongdi.
How long now since they held down your young body
In slow dance, rolling you over and over
Till you glowed under the lights of Lingyun Bridge?
Winter wind as cold as sadness.
The music’s distant thudding –
My rage, muted by collective apathy,
Whitewashed as walls of water villages.
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