Poetry about good habits

Caesar's habit 3344

We are always used to it.

The frame is dilapidated

Limit one's own world

We are always used to it.

Put the content of love

Define eternity in samsara.

Scots on the balcony in the afternoon

Gaze at the window of god.

Leisurely, serene and complacent.

Beliefs and ideals

Just a painful sitting position.

Day after day, year after year

Seagulls in the Caribbean

Plunge into the black sea at night.

Dispel tangled weeds

Hard to find, the most beloved

fish

Tears of

Love is used to waiting.

I am used to waiting.

Helpless used to sadness.

customarily

Persistence is like alcohol and marijuana.

Self-abuse in vain

Once fantasized

I will kill myself tomorrow.

Visit death

Maybe we can really find the answer

Long-lost freshness

Even if, only a little.

Accustomed to being Caesar 3344

Why didn't the bird fly away?

It is not spring after late autumn.

Snow is coming.

Some people say it's flowers

Some people say it's jade

Vulgar beautification

Cold tenderness

Like a lover's face

beautiful

Beautiful and light.

Beautiful and psychedelic.

Beautiful and cold.

I'm used to seeing through snow.

I am used to feeling the limits of snow.

My red cheeks

Is it like a flower?

Is it like a feeling?

Natural hongyun

charming

Not tacky.

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