'literature'
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I write with the
hands of a pauper,
with the grief of the hopeless.
I write
with the caustic memories of
mourners standing by the grave
chanting dark dirge to their beloved.
It never happens right away.
You read a poem, a book,
"A beautiful piece of literature,"
they say.
Eh...
Later, you find yourself thinking;
right before you go to bed,
A false memory
The chessboard, the white knight
Almost in the same instant
Victory
An enormous volume of noise
Even as it started
News had run round the streets like magic
I ♥ literature
Literature is–
As vast as the sea，I can only take a scoop of sip;
As wide as a mountain，I can scarcely peek at true face．
