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[Poem] Trample
There is no mango that refuses to hand
But let it rot and stink
covered with dark spots
quietly throw away
All the sweetness and sourness in summer is only the fermentation in the kitchen waste bucket
goodwill scattered everywhere
It's full of flies crawling with ants flying all over the sky
The pulp that separates the peel is not poked
I also knew that the juices were already flowing underneath
I still want to hold my hand almost
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