Always as always the flag is red,
look so much like my
expression dyes the silk,
and face blood shadows me over,
adieu choke the truth on my lips so I will be in
a safely dark as long as the flag is red.
And my heart wrapped in a center of spin with
1.4 billions chatting eyes beneath yet silent,
then the polar night comes.
I shout,
don't kill a patriot!
(Kill the nationalists, save the patriots)
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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
