After hibernation, the scenery is more painful.
In pain, snakes are the weakest. The tongue of fire, the waist of water. Between the head and tail, the waist is getting longer. Of all the words, one is prolongation, delay, extension and peristalsis. One of all apples. The sky is hanging, and the temptation of the waist is weaker than water. The snake of the root, the words of many words, the movement of paper. There is no water in the palm of your hand, no water under your feet,
It is unnecessary to leave in a hurry. Spring comes along the lightning in the abdomen, stretching in grievances and lingering in decent emptiness. The forbidden fruit is surrounded by hands,
Language is the tongue, love is the waist. Time to start and end the connection. Hard bones grow in soft tissues, and people who are afraid of pain will eventually suffer. The heads on the snake's tail are all tigers.