it has even become so that i like the taste of e33. the one i took today tasted like cough medicine. raspberry. raspberry and alcohol dont to go well together.

you dont take a poem like u do to a scream.

you read a poem and go "oh!", "really?", "that's how you feel?", "that !", , , , , etc etc.

then how will you take a poem if it is screamed at you?

how do you even scream a poem? a sad one? when naturally you tear when you read?

i'll still do, to an open sea, to the ever rebounding air molecules.
i'll add to the water, i'll add to the air
i'll take it, however it comes back. i'll take it.

For you.

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this is what i really wanna shout out now.

probably u've seen this. but well, here it is again. i can remember most parts of it without even attempting to remember.

Was that you?
You must have been
as far as eyes can see.

keep, though,
that far.
For this distance
shall do us good.

What did to do this justice
must have been so swift.
In a moment, blizzard struck.
And in that flash,
we are back to where we were,
ungreeted.

Where time ages,
like the passing pillars,
from in a train,
or the blank glances,
our eyes catch,
and cut,
but unharmed we stand,
like we do not know.

Still, we do know.
Still, you might curse.
Yet, I pray you do well.
Where, one day,
we might say hello
in good grace.

For you.

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wet hair+bed time+wu dong+chongfu=lots of time to reminisce.

i wanna sleep now, though. as much as i wanna walk around chongfu.

words like alcohol left to evaporate.

the tickets with my name

For you.

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