Today is love day
in the Western world, while
money grows wild
in the Eastern world.
Robed boys give me chocolate coins
and miracles on vacant streets.
Blessings
born last week peer
through red envelopes
Their baby's breath clear the air...
Late in the night, my mother's message
scares me:
"Your mom loves you always."
Three robed ghosts shake their chains:
Be loved.
Lose love.
Give love.
Spirits, separate from me,
Possess me with your powers!
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