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Writing Challenge for WOLF PUBLISHING.

We meet in a Bulls Red garden,

I present him my crimson whole,

He takes it happily and put it aside,

We talk for few hours heartily.

When the time comes to leave,

He lights a cigarette and

Tearing the whole eventually,

I see him burning my pieces

with that cigarette,

I ask what is he doing. Says,

”This is just a piece of paper

My dear

I do not have space to keep.”

Before going; he squeezes my ashes

With his shoe.

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韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

Loves learning, reading, writing and teaching.

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