| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - annie yu, I am sorry. annie yu. >> it is ok. so the poem I am going to read is book of lives. my name is a book of lives. i press leaves inside, scraps of the city, one crumbled bus ticket, a number -- numb washed with rain, a torn photograph of two little girls. my name settle map of the world. a body of continents and stars. on an airplane i look at the map. flights intersect. travel miles and seas
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