“Throw the emptiness out of your arms to add to the spaces we breathe…” - She/They
时差诱发一场月蚀
将她催眠，困倦地栽进
轻柔的星期日傍晚
剥离主体的皮的审慎
谢绝块茎的双人舞邀约
收听鼻音丰富的曲子
想象此身被重重包裹
一片新垦玉米田
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