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    Forbidden to learn

    The anchor of poetry
    Brutal memory
    Dragging me to the deepest
    Unlocking the chests of attics
    A child forbidden to learn
    Playing in the broken blocks
    With plastic soldiers
    I shoveled into the basement
    Coal under snow
    Only by teaching I shrunk
    The radical learning
    Falling asleep in a birthday cake
    A film of fact and fallacy
    Music and melody
    A yellow sun every day
    But not seen on my face
    I am an older man now
    But this world is still so young
    With birds in spring
    Light falling snow
    I died upstairs
    Now you will never know

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