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Sep 2017
iouhwfe
With the fighting spirit of the soap-bubble:
To the cicada, restraint means nothing.
Fireworks applaud
and vanish.

I can barely see you.
zhaolu (noun): lit. morning dew, fig. the ephemeral nature of human existence
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