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References to the summer, A line of abstract words, Constituting a memory without faces. Long walks, toward the abyss of the night, 12 o'clock, in the mountain, by the sea, through the very kisses amid late not es, A restless soul, awakened, alert, a prey to a tiger. Leave the summer to its own grave. My elegy would be written above your eyes. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 42.66.7.113 ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1488107410.A.C82.html
korn31910: Your poems are brilliant 02/26 20:31
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