Tag Archives: E Yeon Chang

Breathing

Breathing comes easier through her clavicle but for you, I gave up the simple pleasures of exhaling every night. I. Inhale Most of my dreams are of sleeping, did you know? I once heard someone say sleep is a natural … Continue reading

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시나브로: Sinabro

(adverb) little by little, unwittingly my tongue is a war child of forgotten crossfire, a tea-stained tablecloth pulled at the edges, by the edges from the edges; I write despicably, infected by English: like pale skin and soft hands, Poppa … Continue reading

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