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The last Coin
sleepless night
call the distance to rest
and the cloth waited
to fall
into the water cool,
so naive the day becomes
the night of murmur
the pocket
is empty and the mind is busy,
the mind faded to blow just breath
to see the light,
a matter of little sleeping
pills will do
wake up dear sleep the eyes has
find the silver coin inside
your mind
poem
by
Antonio Liao
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