Mandarin Collar
It always makes me pain.
My mother’s scissors.
It’s an either-or situation
She cuts my old photos up into small pieces,
Or stir you into the mixture.
Whether or not it’s true
How could it interpret
These actions as love
Or the other kind of concession
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