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Human’s Last Charity
A bird came
on a rainy morning
outside our window
pecking at the yellow seeds
I watched
through the gray strand of smoke
from the cigarette
dying between my fingers, motionless
to keep my visitor undisturbed
The bird kept chewing
seeds of my thoughts, thankless.
The sky shedding tears, soundless.
Why does it bother me?
He fled
into the veil of rain
left me, wordless
in the cage....
（戒煙前作的：）
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