草于8月5日2009
这是个
多么寂静的午夜
流风吹在胶木上
摩擦出
一道道
流血的痕疤
凝固在杆上的
叫做思念的痕迹
来不及躲避
夜
的突袭
我受伤了
伤透了
就连下弦月
也按耐不住
这独角戏
拉下了乌云，那扇布帘
已悄悄的
退席
小明
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Live Station And I
- Live Station
- Bukit Mertajam, Penang, Malaysia
- No one will ever discover me, honestly, no one. I guess some people are destined to stop by the surface of planet earth and leave this place of misery without being noticed. Maybe I'm one. I hope all readers can know me through my writings, thoughts and that kind of level of urge to seek for freedom. This is me. You're now entering my LiveStation.
Live Hits
The promise of a nobody.
Where are you now? I've been looking for the traces of your soul all over my heart; and they're gone. Did you grab it back from me? If not why somebody else owns your heart now? Please wait for me there, promise I'll meet you someday.
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