"Parolee"
A muddy spread of a farm
I am the wind passing through the testicles of the cow
One nearly passed me through
The hesitation of the cow is like the chimney of time
The wet and cloudy kite landed heavily
They walked together to the next destination
their shadows on the wall
Some marks are read for no reason
back into the mortal jungle
The land is hot in the early morning of October
Curtains hide a trace of anxiety
The bell becomes concrete in the mirror
The far and near air outside the window
Lead him on a journey with anyone's expectations
A bowl of water drained from a river
Everyday is like mosquitoes circling
Are the moments of memory more specific than these habitual movements?
A man continues to instigate a woman to set off
bring all plans
Like the messy wet soil of October
The bull of her gut can vent with every refusal
There is a pig burying its head in the rain
dream life close to people's faces
A powerless escape, only one day of rain can surround people
Silence like a robber
swept away countless creatures
Between the quiet cottages the greed rises towards us
Woman, maybe let the weak be a witness
In a time as hard as this man
A drop of blood condenses into a black hole
Once they were on a muddy road looking for a home
That woman can always stop because of repentance
And men can't
Choose a Village or a Road
Ruins can also burn
If this is not home, this is the road
The confrontation of sitting and passing
handshake this is the moment of settling
Looking to the sky and the wind again
Both clocks are wrong
Put on your new robe and continue upstairs
The next stop forgets the previous face
Someone points the way
The interrogator will start with the name
He told you to stroke the back of a parolee's neck
all knives
long laborers
Shouldn't life's tragedies be to blame?
Freedom is a sacred foreign thing
Under the threat of order, we float and sink in the river of liberation
Order also robs us of our independent legs
Freedom and order go hand in hand in Pericles' words
Class is as square as a door frame
Dogs will go and bite a street order
he went into a tavern
Try to bite machines, lights, music too
belated shame like soot
The sound of a fly flickered in the dull noise of the market
ordinary waiting
turn people into slaves
like sheep following shadows
in every spring rain
meet new friends
And he will visit the past
look on another track
what did he miss
The voice of fate is too loud
childhood friend
For us to go to the endless night road of memory
"Doctor"
Peeping through the bell like a soul drifting by
The creatures are dazzling like rubble
His pupils were white and he speculated about his every move.
Align the events and people that are handled
drink different hallucinations
give my destiny to you give him yours
God has a complete desk
Is the resemblance an illusion?
A missed back is an irreversible variable
Throwing memory into a small lake
The dream hovers not chasing after it
The most impatient are often the most basic
The ability to pour all of its records
Still can't make this moment deep?
Brandy passes through the body
become a bubble of loneliness
Awake from a drunken dream
Hastily sentenced himself to search for the cross
He is a shaking vessel
Flesh and breath carved in the dark wooden door
There is no time in the air
Don't know when to go out
Step into the rain through the mud
Rain is a kiss all the time
Self-esteem becomes a light beast in the mud
The prostitute on the other side holds the mystery in her hand
She said I was dying
smoke billows
The night looks down, my shackles are bright
The ending this time
I was transported into a van
Animals generally fall asleep again
(The girl who abused the cat can't write it anymore)
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