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The Spring Isn't In
Pan Wei
The spring isn't in; it is a kettle that receives me
Who pours out of the whole town. Silence
Is softly placed on the back of chair. I hear
The girls fall one by one to the ground and break into pieces
The spring isn't in; the tress are becoming thinner
The sheets in hotel shake out the thin love
Rain drops in heart. Like a blabber woman who drops around
Annihilates the ears in a several houses in just an entire afternoon
