with roots reaching for the sky
and her head firmly implanted in the ground
listening to an old song
of youth and falling clouds.
abysmal abysmal abysmal! wheee
(sicheng go see our lamentable lamenting poems under comments!)
edit: oh I just saw the posts below THANK YOU! 8D
I don't think I have a moustache or improving hair, though :/
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