Sloth's Slumber: Xiaotian Fan's Collection
-09.01.2022-
Could it be a winter?
Without a bitter.
As the sculptor perspires,
Arcs etched belong with yore.
Withering weathering wind winked,
Yet the orbit transpired linked.
Whatsoever,
don’t get pinked.
How? It’s still hibernal -
Along with narcissus.
Disowning not so,
Perpetual is your soul
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