Joy shapes cherry red
nerves are never broken back
I wake up in the morning and laugh through the coldlight
your naked ghost comes back at night
facade lonesome
starring at the white sky
see the horses bone described
how sweet is that little girl
running toward erotique bright
oh slowly
too many demons still haunt this land
2005/1/29 6:00 AM by Liwen 粘利文
I wake up by the small sound of jazz music played
by the nextdoor in the early darky saturday
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