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New poetry collection addresses the visibility of Asian American women
It was music when the lion walked into my home. I thought I felt it lick my palm. I bent low to the ground, to watch it craving though I was starving too. The tongue touches a valley inside the mouth, only wounding can reach. The body of a gazelle runs …
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Binghamton University - New York
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