Foreign to me
Your Love
Its foreign to me
I find myself
In Beijing
I swum
Through life
To wash up
Upon your body
I lay my head
Gently
On your tummy
The sun
Beating down
Upon this
Foreign shore
I ‘am tired
For I swum
Against the tied
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