A woman lying on an igneous rock
Text/Two doors do not go
After writing about men, the nib of the pen can not spit out ink.
If it is a love letter, it can only be regarded as writing a star and a half
The result was an impatient woman with a dictionary
Slipped out of the back door and saw it at a glance
The igneous rock that had been roasted red by the sun
The man who didn't talk much flew away on a flying saucer
Many unknowable petroglyphs are carved with the tip of the pen
The content is nothing more than the first five hundred years plus the last five hundred years
One by one the snakes in the Garden of Eden, and the kernels of the forbidden fruit
At that time, the ink was as calm as the color of tears
And the petroglyphs must also be looked up in dictionaries to open the thick doors of the womb through sesame seeds and tadpoles
This woman lying on the igneous rock
The hot carcass was touched by God
Put into the Milky Way Quenching again
It creates a curve that is as beautiful as a flower branch
Since her life was calcined, she said
The process of love does not have to care about the length of time
She said her skin had been melted into igneous rock
The burning heart beats every time
There will be lightning bolts that reject heaven and earth
Perhaps, most people think of bodily fluids
It is also a kind of sweat