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Rotten Fruit
Wen Yiduo
Black bugs long ago
gnawed their way through my flesh.
I lie sleeping on the chill bitter moss;
Let the rotten become
more rotten still,
And the rottenness pierce my core,
Let it rot away my prison-cell.
Then my confined soul
In its pea-green vest
Will spring out
all smiles.
n. 腐烂，腐蚀，败坏
v. 腐烂，使 ...
