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- "부겐빌레아_곽재구" When I, the barefooted, Was walking on the heap of fallen petals, There came a serene sound from between the petals.......
- Edge, Sylvia Plath serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty She has folded Them back into her body as petals The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.