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The blackness is sipping from the sky Like a thousand invisible arrows Shooting Shooting Slow and definite. To the bottom of sight. I don't have a shield. Nor have I an armor. So I watch them fall, I Let them perforate Every pore of mine, They cheerily conquer everywhere I see. They silently devour. The blackness is a foe. An inevitable forthcoming festival. I refuse to become his guest, I pledge to the Bright but transient glee of day. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 42.67.238.130 ※ 文章網址: http://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1416495926.A.F29.html
spacedunce5: wonderful, as always! 11/20 23:57
sylviaplath: they r just not that good la, but thx bro~ 11/21 09:46