Ocean Vuong, “Daily Bread,” from Night Sky With Exit Wounds (via soracities)
Listen,
the year is gone. I know
nothing of my country. I write things
down. I build a life & tear it apart
& the sun keeps shining.
the year is gone. I know
nothing of my country. I write things
down. I build a life & tear it apart
& the sun keeps shining.
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