:named after the Chinese word 疯 which means crazy, it can be dissected into two letters: wind and illness.
The walking dreamer lied
The tulip stuck its tongue out
Goat’s lair in form of ridicule
Her grassy root of distinct springs
She listens to the fortunes of others
And stayed by their ears
Sleepless sound wavering its nail
Celadon her forehead
Tastes of iron and pink
If she could still dream
And salivate
And spit out the core of a fleshy pool of waves
Instead of only licking it smooth and pining it with sandpaper
She stopped
make an artificial gleam out of something
Balmy
Rough
Something akin to unwordable paint
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