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  • Mingzi Ma

The Wait

The man chair is in great pain waiting for the arrival of a loved one


The boundaries are set and no one can come close


At night, blood soaks through the sweaty socks


Hour after hour, time passes and it never feels like an appropriate moment


Pebbles into the water with no echo: asking for love with no response


Night alone is too big a cake to have all by oneself

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