The stream of consciousness poem manuscript ♦ You are a city
by Murong Tongxin
You are a city You are the moving scenery Your sunniness ,rainniness and snowiness hold my mood
I don't know how to please your willfulness I'm in your theorem of cleavage and buttocks I can't solve the temptation of your triangle
Black forest storm Sweeps through the evening and daybreak
The sun is shining laziliness Disorderly hairs are glittering in the bosom
Post-modern syncopate Distributes the poshness of Versailles literature
Cold drinks were stopped by menstrual cramps Aspirin is paralytic to the lust
Night stands between the sun and the moon With a dancing bald pen Applying a sky like the Van Gogh-style starry sky Explaining the meaningfulness of Plato's love