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Trees frozen in the snow like a tattered trench coat red
Creaking at the foot of the snow
Night walking hurriedly brand new pair of shoes there
The kids on the fear of loneliness in each ear
To call into a cry
The road just a cow calving
Covered with whip marks to a standstill in the mud, breathing blood
Much earlier and the bright lights, such as Valentine's dark stone
Metal bedside stand faceless spirit
Vole is a tired nurse secretly
Indent wounds dream garden
Flowers pale red in the ground meat preserved
Fresh as a child and has been the ghost of dead
Hypoplasia of the stars with iron railings to lock our
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The world's most poets do not trust words
Blank snow roses withered from birth to
Flames away from a pair of cold hands
Busy like a hard winter, the editor
I became cut off by the sun's
Leaned over his increasingly strong Shixiu sniffing
North wind in the garden of a person long since dead
Finally, still exist for the attribution of illusion illusion
The blue tree and the tree to play music only by silence
So twice with a heavy snow fall from my shoulders
Cover the garden when I was forgotten
Trampling an intersection I was mistaken
Article empty street lamp hoarse throat as
Reading the words look on the blight of many years
3
People who have necrophilia love walking in the winter garden
Salute to the people to appreciate the ruins
Kitten drowned in a ditch plot
Took its picture by breaking a walnut
Must be the child ran into the garden of the children
Children know better than anyone how the ravages of flowers
Is false with a length of the end of charred wood piles
Slanting mouth like a crocodile unearthed in the ground long
Gray sky like a daytime sleep
Sea fish bone spit us also sting
Scrape a section of the dream alive sting fish scales
Live in a walk under the knife
Each with a body reduced to a weak site review
Are not touching the touch of
The cancer can not touch the ground in the depths of the swollen
Wrapped in a black pregnant woman was raped in the spring
A split tree trunk eyes
Swan's neck bent in the bottom of the trap pale
The way we split the compound eye of the world after the dismembered
Have become blind each other's ghosts contrasting snow
Exposure to freezing in the wind
Endure the pain of bone budding
Shame may have bright until the Garden
Can not be identified by a season of beating the life
Trees frozen in the snow like a tattered trench coat red
Creaking at the foot of the snow
Night walking hurriedly brand new pair of shoes there
The kids on the fear of loneliness in each ear
To call into a cry
The road just a cow calving
Covered with whip marks to a standstill in the mud, breathing blood
Much earlier and the bright lights, such as Valentine's dark stone
Metal bedside stand faceless spirit
Vole is a tired nurse secretly
Indent wounds dream garden
Flowers pale red in the ground meat preserved
Fresh as a child and has been the ghost of dead
Hypoplasia of the stars with iron railings to lock our
2
The world's most poets do not trust words
Blank snow roses withered from birth to
Flames away from a pair of cold hands
Busy like a hard winter, the editor
I became cut off by the sun's
Leaned over his increasingly strong Shixiu sniffing
North wind in the garden of a person long since dead
Finally, still exist for the attribution of illusion illusion
The blue tree and the tree to play music only by silence
So twice with a heavy snow fall from my shoulders
Cover the garden when I was forgotten
Trampling an intersection I was mistaken
Article empty street lamp hoarse throat as
Reading the words look on the blight of many years
3
People who have necrophilia love walking in the winter garden
Salute to the people to appreciate the ruins
Kitten drowned in a ditch plot
Took its picture by breaking a walnut
Must be the child ran into the garden of the children
Children know better than anyone how the ravages of flowers
Is false with a length of the end of charred wood piles
Slanting mouth like a crocodile unearthed in the ground long
Gray sky like a daytime sleep
Sea fish bone spit us also sting
Scrape a section of the dream alive sting fish scales
Live in a walk under the knife
Each with a body reduced to a weak site review
Are not touching the touch of
The cancer can not touch the ground in the depths of the swollen
Wrapped in a black pregnant woman was raped in the spring
A split tree trunk eyes
Swan's neck bent in the bottom of the trap pale
The way we split the compound eye of the world after the dismembered
Have become blind each other's ghosts contrasting snow
Exposure to freezing in the wind
Endure the pain of bone budding
Shame may have bright until the Garden
Can not be identified by a season of beating the life
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