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When you took me to Chinatown we crossed
a small footbridge spanning a labyrinth
of sewers. In the dim recesses of shops,
cloudy fortunes pickled in jars.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
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When you took me to Chinatown we crossed
a small footbridge spanning a labyrinth
of sewers. In the dim recesses of shops,
cloudy fortunes pickled in jars.