Kowloon Walled City
container ships
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red lights return and rest.
we don't know what we own.
loaded. lift to another clear sky.
make your course for home. and what do we own.
they say walls won't stand straight on their own, you know.
so wrap your son's face in rags to breathe black heat.
roll the red bars. cut on the dead gray shore.
walls won't stand straight on their own.
make your course.
steady.
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