“The Moon spat a cigarette out at me last night. Her face was veiled in smoke, a secret tangible magic.” An excerpt of the multi-faceted Faye Wei Wei’s poetry reads much like a soliloquy.
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“The Moon spat a cigarette out at me last night. Her face was veiled in smoke, a secret tangible magic.” An excerpt of the multi-faceted Faye Wei Wei’s poetry reads much like a soliloquy.