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It Was left behind, Speechless, Frowning in the dark. Once did it wrap its warmth Once was comfort be told, But now utterly left behind, Withering in the cold, wretched and soaked. Has it melted into the tar Bearing countless unconscious ghosts, Sharing the same dark hollow In which the day poured in speeches. And so, poor wearied flights, All forced to hear its curse, Before its ultimate disperse, Far away, and further more, The distance Home. 觸景傷情,信筆而作 待研究所考完再行提筆疾書! 2008/2/17 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.211.137
EddyGuitar:考試加油 給你祝福 ^. ^ 140.122.218.79 02/18 09:21
Chiwaku:The shape is like "In Medias Res" :) 123.193.17.30 02/18 09:59