
Nine Thousand Years of Itinerant Poetry
by Isai
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Under the temple, everyone surrendered. "Holy! Holy! The poet is supreme! Our civilization should be sung and written down." The artillery fire of other civilizations has invaded. Under the neon light, only I will survive!
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