wer is flown,
whibsp;glowed of thee, and only thee!
a shriveled, lifeless, vat form,
it lies on my abandoned breast,
and mobsp;the heart, whibsp;yet is warm,
with cold and sile.
i weep ---- my tears revive it not;
i sigh ---- it breathes no more on me;
its mute and unpining lot
is subsp;as mine should be.
枯萎、凋谢、残缺……
似乎他标注在书本上的词，每一个，都是黯淡缺少色彩的。
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裴白墨刚把诗集阖上，就听到杜牧元公寓客厅的座机电话在响。
裴白墨在心底默数十秒，才在电话转入语音信箱前摁下了免提。