I went to a maximum security level four and ran into some poets who had a poetry class every Wednesday. I felt I had found home.- Kosal Khiev, poet, in The Times
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Monday, 18 June 2012
Pokey poetry
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America,
Cambodia,
crime,
Kosal Khiev,
poetry,
Quoted Matter,
The Times
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