精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
It’s no more than one morning. When I wake up, the coffee is hot. The penis is hot, although the screen outside the windows is cool. Heavy bedquilt pushes me away from my bed, so I kiss the ground. The loud sound of goddam door blurs my memory of the man who has come. Yesterday I slept. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.248.7.186 ※ 編輯: Graya 來自: 111.248.7.186 (11/11 14:32) ※ 編輯: Graya 來自: 111.248.7.186 (11/11 14:34) ※ 編輯: Graya 來自: 111.248.7.186 (11/11 14:35)
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