In this rough country, suddenly -
the flow of hot sand reminds me of the
way ,
when the machine and mechanical
heroes were going to have sexual intercourse while walking through the path of the losing road
, the cry of the way, the cry of the past, cried the last tears -
then left, not like the aborted history
. The Ancient Journey of the Past
At the end, there is a gradual night -
Sleep sleep rough sleeping while sleeping.
At the end of the day, the rocky chest, the
flowers flowing like hidden stars.
In the swollen womb of the barren girl, she was
pushed in a rubbish barricade -
the smile that was seen in the corners;
That day, the scarf removed the moment of
peace, gave sleep peace, gave the book, Slowly
slowly got up, sleepless eyes.
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