This blood is a waltz at dawn. A soul splinters on the ground, a thousand red vessels smashing   to pieces. The doctors take pictures instead of putting it back together. A human soul—the honeysuckle   leaking out. The janitor comes instead, leaking capillaries brushed away beneath a Bauhaus mop.   by Ruohan Miao   Ruohan…

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