Shouts and curses,

tumbling down the mountain,

flattening all in their paths,

hidden, secret,

scribbled wildly on sweaty palms,

I'm still waiting for someone to tell me that this is all a dream.

forlorn promises, smudged with tears

no one sees,

dismissed with the swipe of a hand,

tossed into the garbage truck.

flattened,

like the insect that tried to fly away.

--By Yue Lin.

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