You are wearing my T-shirt
big to some funny
Like the desert and heavy rain
toys that are also true and fake
still in your hand
It’s not surprising to eat through gentle violence.
My black-rimmed glasses are on fire by Assad Lake
Wind and horses gather together
I kissed the scar of your jaw when you were taken away.
The expression is very calm
You are a thousand worlds, a clear spring
or the mysterious peacock at the spring side
Before meeting your soul
Let the greed smash
You are the world of dust
is also my only wind and snow month.
I love you or I hate it.
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