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Snow-white bed-cover fully stretched
On the table a bouquet flower; a book, last page open
Orderly everything
Under the cot a pair of idle wooden sandal
On the floor dog-eared pages scattered
He.
it's he! a poet; got nothing
Though should have
but mockery and negligence.
Smiled
Did't care looking back
Crossed the river boarding on the evening-boat...
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