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Writer's pictureTim Xiaotian Fan

Decipher Attempt

-10.31.2023-


Be it a Gait hovering back and forth in my mind.

Be it Le Noir et Le Rouge being dressed, and I always addressed.

Be it Sunflower carried my message.

Be it Twilight that I dare not to forget.

Be it three Fs where capital couples confide.

Be it Role Play I desired yet failed to break

Be it Confession that never makes a difference.

Be it Leafs among which I found it still.

Be it Avant Toi I chanted but dare not confess.

Be it. You.



"Unleashed fixation only on the stage,/ His (He is) flabbergasted, flash-like, frock-like, and flash light."

"However fever attacked and fervor attached:/ .../ Regret and wist demanding."

"Have they or not claim I be the right tears, the right affection?"

"Avant toi, now ends in cask, back of red."

--Avant Toi


"Reminiscent of the other glossy, rosy profile,/ Avant which sole I’m enthralled."

--Leafs Dispersed


"Black and white be the choice./ Stayed inside is mellow wine."

"Loathing idoled idea, yet that idol/ Loiters on should be nothing ceilings"

“To at least keep a roseate dream/ Of that fading monolith, of ruby haze

"Yet such a figure dares claim humane,/ Wooing monochrome crimson in sane."

--Conceived Confession 101


"Hit upon, turn, and smile/ Is my impulsive style/ To tell the pulchritude/ Of such an aptitude."

--Role Play, Or:


"Blasting beams:/ SHE, Ionic, stands in Order;"

"TRANQUILITY daunted by/ Her scintillating mercy."

--Facing. Fence. Friends?


"As if our delight now happens/ To be alight, when speaks Goodbye."

--Twilight



"One turns and turns, jusqu’au bout,/ Wooed still by cheeky emeralds./ —— I'll claim it love."

--Sunflower



"A glance at grime may disguise/ The beating mind dressed in red;"

"Petrified I am; undeniable delight/ Had by-now visited and now begone."

"Elope not, at least to dream,/ To proclaim a love after the dunk."

--Le Noir et Le Rouge


"It exists in moments of comes and goes,/ And dies in ever pausing instance, left is beauty"

"While noses of loon loosened in swoon:/ What flew in mood clung to stooge."

--Gait

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