
另一种未来
...查看更多 收起To tell friends we’re one with a garden,
Leaving breath in the fog,
To move away from the flesh and metal escalators,
And the traumatised defecators,
In the glass elevators.
Loose spirit
In a corner a party in water,
Breathing between the laughter,
Your email will be parried with an auto-response,
I’m in the yard cutting back,
The sweet vernal grass.
Loose spirit
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