精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Me, Passion the source for perfectionists dare you hold fast to me of this furious addiction crazy limberness cost all your lifetime experience madness of disturbance anger of distraction joy of self distortion striving for perfection all these drain in self masochism eagerness of lust solos with tis dissonance among this ressonance thousand of years of the radiation from sun and star cannot kill our yearning for perfection. give me a breath and all I left exahle, is the dream of ecstacy out of mere emptiness in vain no one can cure our passion, except Love, love, love. -- -TRUTH is the absolute Beauty embedded in mind- -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 75.43.34.194 ※ 編輯: celestial09 來自: 75.43.34.194 (12/09 18:18)