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Here I am, in my fortress of solitude, with frigid days and arctic nights. The wind crawls and glaciers blow, and polar bears sing my lullaby. I sit on my iceberg, poetry in hand, and read and recite those passions vain: Nothing boils my blood, no heat reddens my cheekbones in shame, in lust, or in fury. The waves of ice roll on. The clouds that never change change into igloos. As I watch eternity rushing by . . . . -- 英語文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 個板 defenestrate -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.115.224
hahastarr:like the last line! 03/24 11:09
amadeus1223:同樓上~ 03/24 22:44