Thursday, October 23, 2014

Rotten Poetry

In the hospital of her mind,
his ears saw smells that made his touch taste...salty.
Tears turned their faces red and puffy.
Eventually the embarrassment will fade.
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In the chalkboard of my mind,
the smell of tears is black and white.
This function is isomorphic!
Someday this proof will be right.

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