Purple ballerina

I was secretly wondering if you-
if you would recognize
My words, after so long

We’ve shared the red flag days
Hyper graphic endless writings
Moon cakes landscapes

I’m still wondering about the bond-
The illogical bond we still have
In spite of the in between paper maps

We’ve shared Handan peanuts
The gloomy walls poetry
And silk garments

Nameless were the writings I sent out
You have recognized them at once
My thoughts, my acid tongue

I’m resuming the paper stream of thoughts
Finding you in between the pen and my head
You, the ballerina with purple hands

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