Parading

You changed yourself: you are not who you are,

Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? —Suji Kwock Kim
And at your inmost circle, what?
—Suji Kwock Kim

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