Modern Poetry
easing
屋檐
Shang Qin
This is a night time. First strike began in the street photos hanging hammer
Bright, these winged mammals as the sun_set_ of the slide
Later. Deconstruct the old house.
When the bats come back again, around the squat in the sitting room, backhoes fly
Several times, no longer have the so-called roof. One of them landed
I gradually reduced in the shadow, the sun slowly rose, I moved
Action, it also creeping
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