Night, sleep in the loneliness
— miniature Prose poetryauthor/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe Who picks up too many times, sophora japonica, in the boundless wilderness will I pick up, is ancient and dialogue
Waldners debris, carrying the zhen can not touch the real original, alone awake fine till the rain reading of unofficial history
Try to unscramble feet red hand, crops still in his sleep, in order to find the childhood memory hidden deep in the wheat will never wither
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