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In those boxes I put things in Neat and so tidy— They look no longer like anyone’s possessions but the boxes’ There’s nothing that is me— I come to think that maybe I don’t need them at all Except some basics like: Some fit underwear to change Some jeans and t-shirts My old-fashioned triste piano And all the books that are sealed with secret marks The others are just disposable, something like you. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 123.192.221.165 ※ 編輯: sylviaplath 來自: 123.192.221.165 (08/12 23:27)
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