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Another World Together in every world. Make it voluntarily and it is your own choice. 1Favorites351Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Tomb of the Holy Cross I saw those beautiful butterflies with waterfalls and complicated patterns, flying crazily towards the burning lily garden. And I just stood in front of the moldy blurred glass window, lifted the curtains that blocked the golden twilight, and peeked into the holy and beautiful burning sacrifice. The butterflies decorated on the withered yellow wall, with the cruelty of the hypocrites, were stained into a black shadow, covering the ground and my shadow. In an instant, the black butterflies scatte 1Favorites231Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Ashes I found myself falling asleep in the afternoon sunshine. Walking towards the intersection that separates to both sides again, maybe it is intersection, maybe it is parting. There is no escaping the scene of being stabbed in the chest, no matter how many times. I want to hold you tightly with these illusory arms. Conception: 1Favorites326Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Returning to the Garden in a Latent Dream Historical cp article about Tao Yuanming=w= —Favorites124Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Gola If that person can appear, it means that I am not burdened with the mistakes of this world. —Favorites152Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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The Child of God I turned on the computer habitually, and the fog outside was already very heavy. This city is a bit like London, foggy and rainy, with few people walking around. I don't like to go out on rainy days. If I must, I will wear a heavy windbreaker and hat to ensure that my parts will not rust or mold. The program that continues forever is the continuous sound of rain, the small space, and the gray sky. There is also the young master who gives me a headache. —Favorites247Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Pansy Looking at the unchanged scenery, year after year, I am still waiting for you in this small window cage. Constantly reciting dilapidated poems in a hoarse voice, An unchanging heart continues to beat a meaningless rhythm. Until you surrender to death, I will wait for you. Until my brain is filled with blanks, I'll be waiting for you too. Conception: —Favorites178Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Pavan Dance Forest Is the foggy heart Black or white? Is the foggy heart light or dark? Is the courtly love Black or white? Is that noble love pure or filthy? Is the sleepin' beauty Distant or near? Is the sleepin' beauty close at hand or far away? Conception: —Favorites245Clicks/ch—Nutrition