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A hand firm to grab grains Harvested from God’s approval He said, “There shall be light and there was light”—isn’t it strange Where’s the light within? If I don’t believe Such pagans—hey, the truth Can’t be forbidden The torch is ready The arrows await You should keep your mask on, don’t take it off They might recognize you and pin you down Don’t speak, hush Hide the skeleton in the closet. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.251.155.154
spacedunce5:好詩! 11/07 21:00
hahastarr:like the last line! 11/08 08:26
※ 編輯: sylviaplath 來自: 111.251.158.94 (11/09 23:05)