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Listless summer


Another year holidays.
almost midnight, only to listen to the heart from the words alone.
summer sky and the blue does not appear to imagine, but the secret of the red, warm days, and in this hot summer days, it seems more people to breathe a.
pavilion has gone far grandfather who play chess; wooden bridge slip-line skates are also missing children; a big tree lying Music Yangko grandmother who also disappeared. Even the usually bounce live Andy Ben, now in a comfortable air-conditioned room, but also lazy lying on my feet, quietly sleep. Yes ah,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the days in this breathless, even if the night then the United States who would like to enjoy it? Who know how to appreciate it?
hot,, no figure often.
in front of the tree, and not as imagined, as listless listless droop under the leaves, but it is even more green, more upright, and which green groups, so as your eyes glued.
I close my eyes, the dark makes me feel cool.
sat on the bench, the ear is full of mother's nagging, then smooth off the bench,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], those who got used to it, in the summer, the adhesive is such savage you, legs, buttocks, ears ... ... tight adhesion, there is no self-adhesive, I got up, put on headphones.
away with music on the legs and buttocks pain spicy, with music cleansed of these shameless things.
the sun like a gentle killer, unknowingly started to occupy the whole of my room,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], want to draw the curtains,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], everyone knows that it already does in the water for living for pleasure.
hot air, through the screens of the hole, flapping in my body, sticky people upset, no matter how I escaped it all tight adhesion, expel, to hold you forever .
Yes ah, how I will live in a world where there is no air it.
easy waking dream, dream hard.
read a few poems Hsi Mu-jung, the turn out the lights, lying in bed, long the heart can not be calm. I imagine the head with a dark blue sky,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], few stars twinkling beside the breeze and whisper to me there, it is more quiet world, as if the cycle of blood flow through the voice of the body are so clear ... ...

I hate summer, hate the summer, they must bind themselves to indulge the season, I, discussion, disgust.
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