See the spin lifts up and aches claws,
Steal a piece of blank to lick silence.
Mouthing days of bloods stir this fall，
Her pearl dyed in a maple balance.
An eye of bleakness in bare,
Fire drops on peak he doomed.
Long hair clings without a bit of her fear,
Grab and break the cursed shell shoot.
Scream the shrivel or reborn,
Curve with muds is a nirvana.
Flowering an eden in bloom,
Rock tip is a virtual drama.
Rolling a shadow back and forth that she,
Would always pose a need.
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Tigress from the east
PoetryA 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
