ham, ham

Father, mother and son, mother and daughter, employed lover, the relationship of the six people forms a net, gain one and lose another, intertwined, and there is no winner.
In the yellow sand that filled the sky, there was a choking gray smell. Blue blood and yellow sand, with the matador's blood coagulating into dark red scabs.
The light dress on the Spanish girl is always fading, swaying and hot. Simple and rough.
In the last glance, the six tired people cuddled together, feeling like they came from the dust and went back to the dust.
Desire will be an endless consumption.

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