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“Birthday” by Kim Hye-Soon
When I open my eyes in the morning,the bed is full of thorns.When I listen to music,thorns gush out of the speakers.When I walk,thorns pour out in piles beneath my feet.Somehow, I’ve become a clock.Sharp second hands spilling outof my body.These second handsare impatient.Impatiently,they pierce me.When night falls, so does thick rain mixed with second…