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作者:何强
“脚下的那片泥土,每抓起一把,都一定会攥出血来。”
-- 诗人芒克
耳麦里塞满了雪与风的和弦,一种怎样的诱惑,梦影残痕的凝噎
无言的影子若隐若现,有一种呜咽,遗落了欠你的一阙墨韵惊艳
枕梦做着最美的合声,深情的旋律,触摸到一行凭窗倚楼的诗罂
Love is the soil
Whistle winter
— miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Headset filled with snow and wind chord, a kind of what kind of temptation, MengYing residual mark of setting choke
The shadow of the silent if, there is a SOB, lose owe you a que MoYun jing is colourful
Pillow dream do the most beautiful chrous, loving melody, touch a line by window relies on the floor of the poem linoleic
何强
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