Whose shout is swallowed?
Spin is hers stretches a "wow".
Quake cracks an eye that devours, stomach clingy,
The reverse blows a naked stir, sink deeply.
Fancy rise records a place people stay,
Ocean and mountains miles away.
Wind phantoms, and fingers of nerves,
Throats roll, tongue close on her fears.
It is a falling fling, do not have to be summer,
Or I should never tell, which is bluer.
Devouring sea, mixed breeze,
A whisper about you is her need.
So the Atlantis descends,
Unstoppably, runs a burning faint.
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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
