精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Once again, we're here where we shouldn't be, mouths full of passionate hypocrisy. A one-man bed for two. Objectification and nostalgia run wild; your pitch-black face a comforting anchor amidst the gradient shades of infinity. City lights substitute for stars. Peace is broken by motorcars. Lying where we shouldn't be, I touch you lightly in the dark. Softness floats in mid-air as I see you with my fingers from the inside out. Only one of two electric fans spin bravely against the winds of an oncoming typhoon that the weatherman once again mispredicts. He isn't the only one. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.115.141 ※ 編輯: spacedunce5 來自: 140.112.115.141 (07/11 17:49)
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