DEB's TeA PaRTy

A little girl was sitting quietly in the room, like a puppet,
her face is pale as paper; lip is red as plum.
Looking through the sprawling iris,
She finally set her eyes on the blue frame windows
gazing at the world on the other side.
She was there before, she knew.

The suspicious man
with the olive stains on his cap
the red girl who is always playing with keys in her hands
tree has the shape of a big mushroom
old truck that is running inexhaustibly like a horse,
toward the eternal glory.

Sign, she was losing sight of the sun
the town was swallowed by the dark bit by bit,
only the leftover of the golden one
danced quietly on her eyelashes, like fairies.
Silently, a transparent drop twinkled on her face
formed a delicate pearl

how long since the last time I acted like this?
It is facinated. It is a dream. It is not true.
Why bother memorize those fantasy which could never happen?
It is overwhelming. It is fierce.  It should never been borne in this world.

What kind of stories end before they start?
What kind of stories start with knowing their ends?

It is annoying.
When everybody was sunken into the bottom of the sea.
i should have known.
i was not one of them.

i should have known,
i could never be one of them.

i wish i am a painter,
then i could paint out the world.
...

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she is the princess. she is the only princess that left alone on the earth.
she is the only one left that worth the true love from the prince.

It was so dark inside, I could see nothing even my silver bracelet. While I was about to turn aound and leave, a voice stopped my move. It was faint, but still something obvioius enough to catch my attention---you know, I got a real good pair of ears. As my foot set, the voice became more and more clearly. It seemed it was calling my name, but I was not so sure. Since one moment I heard it well, then the next, the words just stopped making sence to me---it was like the mysterious spells from outerland.

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There was no sign of life here. I set my foot. Silent. Breath and pounting heart were all I could hear. I took a deep breath, heading along with no turning back. Honestly, I had no idea where this path leading to---whether bright-heaven or dark-hell; bliss or curse--- I only walked ahead. But I had to be fast, before this eccentric silence swallow my heart.