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Ethan Yang Poem
As a child when you told me the wild
Tales of the hatred in the world,
The lust in the male body,
And the lack of concern for each other,
My callow soul did not flicker
To realize that not every candle
Was wrapped with the same type
Of wax—as we age the wick moisturizes,
Burns less brightly, and the wax
Perpetually too hot to hold.
Copyright © Ethan Yang | Year Posted 2012
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Ethan Yang Poem
Who are we but players
that in the end
when hunted
will not blame the bullet
that drove too quickly
but rather focus
on the brightest points
in this unending game.
Copyright © Ethan Yang | Year Posted 2012
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