A poem in Vietnamese by Trần Thị Linh NhânTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm shapeless like dried prunes is your sadnessthicken dust and green mold time is a lozenge in your mouth, silent and coldsuddenly riddle with fresh moss as he chased after a love that could only be the windtime enough to cut and bruise…

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