Love is an affair,
a damp emergency.
Skin is soaked while teardrops are tearing
the covers of eyes. Bloated like a Q-tip,
the head is immersed in alcohol,
mutilated. Bitter and salty,
no wound will be sterilized,
except cries. Pain grows with the addiction
of cares. Therapies flows and will be blurred in dried blood,
soon. Pupils are dyed in rusty glow and seized
in pale paws of a sleepless cat. A trembling day breaks.
The beloved Q-tip has been beheaded--
a smooth, silky, silver remove.
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用血、皮屑、用神經所有的震動，我胡謅著存在。
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