To bring into being,
an art of life.
How sublime you are, extracting
the contour from the clouds.
You tickle me with your dwine tentacles,
grabbing, tugging, prolonging...
my little milkshake of hamburger.
25-9-2003
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wa...頂！無個字識......
挑,完全無法解讀too!
heeheeee...
it is about and for wan, right?
Amy, no. this poem was written by Wan...so it is about me and for me.
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