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发信人: muxue_angela(Heartbreaker) 整理人: roy_young(2001-11-16 18:03:51), 站内信件 |
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there should be trembling." i. Let the glass we smash be doubt, the wine free will, the bouquet, a mosaic of mercies. On ritual's stage, each prop represents. Symbolic as the Red Sea's courtesy: the miracle was faith — not dry land. Make this a day of amnesia when we forget tattered truths and lidded counsel, caution's wraith, the Angel of Death's demands. ii. It has taken this long for me to forgive story for reducing to the sauce of lesson. That's how I knew I was ready to marry: I stirred and stirred, and the punditry burned off like sherry. What remains is the echoing crackle of the glass wrapped in linen beneath my lover's heel as we frighten the demon, shatter the temple, the hymen, the silence, part and parcel of the past. ---- 感觉自己漂浮在你的指间 轻轻一弹我就像灰尘飞好远 经过头发我闻到陌生的香味 但是没有一丝悲哀的感觉 怎么了 我拼命问自己我怎么了 不要了 如果这次我可以不要你 为什么 一转身脸颊一阵阵的湿热 突然我的梦境变成黑白色 我疯了 吓疯了 爱你爱到头发烧 眼冒金星就要昏倒 我疯了 想疯了 夺门快快往外跑 到没人的街声大笑 如果甜蜜可以保存几万年 我会将你的吻冰起来当纪念 我的嘴唇一呼一吸你的谎言 太甜太腻我想喝杯白开水 我疯了 想通了 要是爱你那么糟 我要自己找我的天堂 我爱花火！！ 花火短暂但很美！！！ 
就想我的爱情一样，短暂但刻骨铭心！ 
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