Prose poems deep into the night, where we loved

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-31

Open-air movies are good-looking, and what's even better is your hazy back. From this, I fell in love with the night, I fell in love with the movie, and I fell in love with you even more. This is God's arrangement, we seem to sit side by side two idioms, deeply in love.

When changing the film, love must be withdrawn from the deep sea water, from the field of vision of the crowd, and some love is inconvenient to be open to the outside world, under a specific environment. Every time I touch the skin of the night, I wish it would be dark forever.

The desire to get thinner and thinner, I don't know if it's hurt by lovesickness. The deep night is the best time for me to salvage the moon, that's what I think about day and night. The web of my language is so densely woven that I believe that not a single grain of flower will be missed.

The ripples that have been crossed by the fingertips have also scratched a wave that is about to bloom. This is the plot that has been thought about many times in a piece of manuscript paper, in the middle of the night, to hug a man's garden tightly, to hold all the fragrances.

Very late at night, we loved there. Your hands are soft, stretching through the water of the night, and every gaze you take out is soft, sticky, and full of love. It was a very late night where we deposited love.

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