Visual layers

Virtual lovers

What we could expect is，

Using your power，

Bodies

Gender

Lips，

Do not relax guard,

Cause you will never be here anymore,

As steadfast love,

Which will tear us apart,

So called presentness

You can’t eat your future out.

I also expect one day,

we would combine in

rhythm, line, color, spectrum

all the informal way,

face to face,

dreaming into void surface,

stay longer,

before encounter

But even I,

Couldn’t send you a letter,

From home,

My soft pillow,

To your pumice stone

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