On Friday, ecology undergraduate course, my eyes, look inside a piece of a poem.
written down a bit mean:)
that
distant green eyes towering over there
I ignored
surging sea
I ignore the world flashing in front of me even more ignored
a sudden my eyes were fixed on a pair of helpless
eyes that suddenly
I'm afraid I startled a
pain I
I'm crazy I die I would like to turn into the next life
bottle of eye drops so that eyes shine
pretty good first half, but the back cushion is not enough: They are for the pair of eye from the eye to die Oh the waves:) the end of the poem is also a bit conception is not high, hastily, giving a feeling of anticlimax.
but in general, poetry by heart I want to come where there is a pine, cut, pear body than those of the
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