What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a sea?
有人压碎灯火的一角,立于舱门旁痛饮云雾泱泱,星尘未落时墓碑已立好只缺一根生锈的发条。漆盒满铺黄金和荆棘,黑岩重重是高耸的教堂。窗外,银河收帆,虫群的翅膀嗡嗡作响。灵魂是歌声的土壤,生长的跨度,大到一粒尘埃的彼方。
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