Cracking the air's line of his sky,
Horizon closes up a shout of "goodbye ".
Fire or hell, powers all that matter,
End is roaring, make old time shatter.
And now here he sits,
Stomach floats on silk skin to live.
The water rolls his days and nights in,
Could be moment beauty and future he spin.
Do not complain, the bubble is where you should stay,
Do not explain, our possessing just start as a display.
It aint strange to see long curves stretch your throne,
High heels stab like swords and make their own bubbles gone.
So please, just be a handsome little fool,
And look, that was what you asked us to do.
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Tigress from the east
PuisiA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
