Halfway i met a leaf, and it told me to pick it up. So I took it home and left it to dry. But it said that it wanted to last long. And I painted it up until my hands got both green. But it still got dried. Like a mummy. Like a desert. Finally I had to bury it, with my dark grey hands which were once green.
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6/09/11 at 01:47
好诗呀.