POEM: Hairpin

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Only a hairpin remains of springtime. It is an accurate souvenir, a speech.

In all the lovelinessof this world,you scrawled a heart,jagged and plain.

My heart inventsyour vastness.Forgive me, I havekept your hairpin.

by roger pao

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