日召
Zhao
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snow - [小诗 petit poème]
2009-12-05
i run away, left you 10 miles behind.
everytime i breath, like the last one of my life.
look at the mirror, how beautiful we are, and the truth is there's a time, always.
i wait for the spring, like a flower who wants the rain.
now bury myself in the snow.
taste it, isn't it good?
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