Poems from sharonlin

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New York City. Film & Feminism
A million breaths in short succession, ten thousand sounds uttered at once through  guttural pauses, my heart nearly jumping into the abyss...
it is almost time for bed / but a curfew doesnt really exist / and i only think i hear you when you are there / but it is really just a...
they pretend to hear us speak and think that they know better but we can really tell that we  are only being sedated by their words, the...
i think it's dreadful how you always seem to have a moment  for yourself yet never make a  second for those of us who care   how you always...
your voice  i hear it inside or out it is difficult to tell when there are so many sounds surrounding me unable to comprehend whether it is...

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