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February 22

back from home

seventeen days' spoiling

plus twenty-five hours' squeezing

and the crazy snow which melted without my witness

makes a perfect winter

never talk about the revenge things or the fortune things

the only miracle is the fireworks along the way

which seems to have lasted for centuries

his lover her candles

all vanished at twelve o'clock

with the rages and roamings

making it so difficult for me to fall asleep

despite the curtains windows or the doors

he came in

saying too drunk to sleep and too cold to talk

so we have to stay

until the lake smile with the sun

and let go the geese iced in the water

they say it is the day for the lovers

and i see the roses along the street

too many roses

too much aroma

too lucky that i disturbed none of them

whether still in the soil or already rootness

will all face the future of being drifted away

in only three months or i cannot tell

all too soon to remember and too hard to forget

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	Carriewrote: 嘻嘻，被吓倒了，不好意思啦！谁让你挑这个点儿来参观神的相册呢.... 丫头最近怎样啊？ Nov. 25
	askjfgiu Heterodoxy'swrote: 你的头像像个蚯蚓你知道么，从YY那踩过来的。你俩好朋友啊？ Sept. 11
	Ivy LVwrote: you such a paparazi. how i wish there WERE some HE! but i can only use subjonctive mood here, since this HE turns out to be my one-year old nephew who kept asking me to draw pictures for him, which nearly bored me to death. Feb. 23
	Yang Bettywrote: Just who is this 'he' that was too drunk to sleep? Hehe... Feb. 22

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