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The river bed at 30-- No fish, no sharp stones anymore. But waterweeds, as fluctuating thoughts of mine. You are like a pebble, spread the ripple and go with the stream. And I, not too old, watch you leave, and dry myself into a poem. So you will finally be seen. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.228.75.173 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.228.75.173 (03/16 22:30) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.228.75.173 (03/16 22:31)
spacedunce5:not bad 03/17 22:21