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Monday, June 16, 2014

Mimosa pudica

one month after my eighth year,
wang weilin stood his ground
every evening,
I face tanks of my own
looking into the night sky I know
most stars are binary
spinning around a common mass
this is romance
our single sun can only say
love yourself
the rest is a mess






Posted by Elle at 6:31 AM
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