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Chipping at the ice cones inside the fridge Sweat on my face drops like star trails Dessert is *** chocolates, And fourteen planets idling beyond gravity Spanish ham tapas and blueberry cheesecake ready Bringing out a bottle of salted plum soda I loathe that word, Shina Like licking a sharp blade with the tip of my tongue In any written narrative Picking up the tie-dyed blue canvas bag Carrying tell the truth, Crossing the Ailao Mountains, boarding the hot air balloon
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2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC
Star Trails, Soda, and a Hot Air Balloon
Chipping at the ice cones inside the fridge Sweat on my face drops like star trails Dessert is *** chocolates, And fourteen planets idling beyond gravity Spanish ham tapas and blueberry cheesecake ready Bringing out a bottle of salted plum soda I loathe that word, Shina Like licking a sharp blade with the tip of my tongue In any written narrative Picking up the tie-dyed blue canvas bag Carrying tell the truth, Crossing the Ailao Mountains, boarding the hot air balloon
《星轨、苏打水与热气球》 敲着冰箱里的冰锥 脸上的汗珠如星轨般落下 甜品是酒心巧克力, 还有十四个行星在地心引力之外 做好的西班牙火腿tapas和蓝莓芝士 我拿出一瓶盐津梅子苏打水 我讨厌支那这两个字 如同用舌尖舔着尖刀 在任何的文字叙述里 拎上tell the truth, 扎染的蓝色帆布袋 穿过哀牢山坐上热气球
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Jun 3, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC
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