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Is one’s death the birth of the other
Or are they one another
Just look into the mirror
Both eyes are watered with tears
Licking on an ice cream 
Leaning on a fig tree
Sunshine on her toe
Soaking her in gold
Quite a normal scene
A mid-summer’s dream
In 1953
But crazy, gloomy,
Romantic, aesthetic
Narcissistic good ol’ dude
Turned her into a muse
That child could be his cure
O he thinks too much
Fooled by the fool himself
Caged her like a capture
Visioned as the Venus
Killed this rosy karma
When it’s all too late
Remember
One never existed
She’s only imagined
This sin will not be ended
If this love is never buried
#毫无章法瞎乱写#只能写出自己视线所及
看完洛丽塔三个月以后像冰块一样敲在我太阳穴的二十七行字。我太喜欢纳博科夫了。我太心疼Dolores了。我太讨厌亨伯特了。比奎尔蒂更甚。
Lolita从未活在现实。而Dolores是个温柔的小姑娘。
1953只是为了押韵。