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Beast gazing at the moon
Bones inch by inch
In the navel
Grow like a branch
Maybe Zhuang is me.
Touch the bark
To oneself
kind
Kindness and distress
The moon touched me.
As if I were naked.
Naked
enter
Mother’s door gently touched me.
tear
Finally, the leaves on the top of the mountain turn red.
The mountains are like poor children, gray horses and white horses
On the last night of October
Fall in a pool of blood
On the last night of October
The poor child came home at night with tears in his eyes.
Everything died halfway in a small town far from home.
On the last night of October
The man with his back against the white wall of the pub.
Asking about the buried people in the hometown bean field
On the last night of October
Asked about the white horse and the gray horse who died with red blood.
Does their master return the lamp to the house?
Does the autumn soul accompany him?
Are they all dead?
Are running wildly on the vaginal road
Whether this soul opens the window for me