When the rebels land a sonnet / Destined to be a storm / Break tradition and bondage in the dust / ...
From this I found myself a fitting excuse for writing poetry: When you become extremely sensitive to life / It's time to hit the first capital letter at the typewriter... When emotions are no longer in the brain / You should know how Do...poems for me don't seek resonance/just show their soul/they...the so-called resonators...like a twisted glass mirror (cheering excitedly from time to time)...hard leave, right? Because you're always willing to see who you want to be...when it doesn't go your way/Break it with an angry punch? escape? Towards self-destruction? /Look how fragile it is/.../ We are inseparable and interdependent...emotional sustenance? ...is relying on others to satisfy one's sense of superiority? ...or that mysterious "love"? / Yes, life is a circle with countless waves
Then...it's really nice to meet you/because maybe it's because your ordinary life seems to be a little extraordinary or even great.
/Whitman also got me thinking....too deliberate...seems like something is missing...
/ Storm makes us understand calm / Loss makes us understand cherish / Broken mirror makes us understand to be ourselves...
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