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Love is the soil
Throb — miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Mo verse fondled ripples, listen to the wind sighed, stirs up my heart the most soft notes
A pile of loess, depositing a golden and a hangover, TaoXun melodious and deep sigh shaking into my memory
Close your eyes meditation listen to bustling and lonely, “you are no alone”, let the emotional sink to the bottom of my heart monologue
何强
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