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DAY OF SNOW

Butterflies flutter daily.
Tearing off the flower patterns from windows
They collect upon the parasol
Spread across your chest.
Reflected in white as they pass by
I chase them　　and chase them
But the road is long.

“People throw rings at the sky.
In order to capture the suns.”

IT IS SNOWING

Upstairs from us, a grand ball!

Devious angels dance in disorder, and out of their steps fall shards of deathly white snow.

Death is among the holly leaves. Crawling quietly in the attic. Gnawing at my finger. Anxiously.
　And then at midnight—it falls at the storefront of the glass shop, exposing its stark white back.

Old love and time are buried, and the earth devours them.

RUSTY KNIFE

Pale blue dusk scales the window.
A lamp dangles from the sky like the neck of a woman.
Murky dark air permeates the room—spreads out a single blanket.
The books, ink, and rusty knife seem to be gradually stealing the life out of me.

While everything sneered,
Night was already in my hands.