Republic of Poets
You endure like honeysuckle,
I met you not too late, but too early
I have seen many people with narrow shoulders in my life
Encounters arise during intercourse (they call them legends)
Love and hate are born in the encounter, then times lingering and forgotten,
And die in silence, I suspect
A madman is happy to ride on the face of a blind man
The sun melts the wings,
Two poets eagerly rushing to the island of self
Both recognized at the same time, with lewd eyes
The other party and oneself are completely stupid X, physics is certain
I am more refined in the stitching, switching between changeable styles
As the saying goes: witty game
I found a religion, a bad religion of old batteries
I developed nine loves, waiting for you like a daughter of the sea
Shooting Adonis by the creek in time
I said don't cry and never feel sorry for yourself
For tears insult the dignity of salt and the whole star
The shining muscles of my infernal fire
My glorious muscle of terror hellfire
Never humbled by his youth for lack of knowledge
Every poet is a crack, engulfing the terrestrial earth
Mate those in love, since there is no Florentine Meeting
Unmet friends and foes, never to know the whole,
Knowing and never knowing, this does not prevent the fork
Voice: Fuck you. You are not still
Breeding of hill springs where ideas flow,
Transformed from clear pressure, and at the shoot tip
Like milk waiting for the sun to suck, the flesh
In waste If you don't consider its cause and effect
At this moment immortal, the bird crowings in the stable
God proves his resurrection in Eden, the female is the second
Of the second, the second time will make the daylight increase
Oh, in that short song,
You call it the tender P, once shined there
Writing in the towering door, follow me
Enter the Long March of Honor, wash away and burn away Liu Gan's loneliness,
The poetry in the dream is like the right path in many divergent roads,
This is how I dream, looking for your voice
The gentle poetic style of a clear baby bird
Dante legislates for all. I'm like Bolano's
Life is as deep as sin
In silence I carry my body into all things
Revenging in the sleepy law
The sound of rain outside the window was different last night
Blood vessels crawl in my wrinkled heart
Like your stretch marks on the epidermis of the genital cavity,
I dream as the morning approaches,
Your silent flesh is drawn to embrace longing
I held up your head, that face than you
Still unfamiliar, we are indulge lustfully,
Leaning over the curtain and looking from the ground floor
For skyscrapers, you talk about your hometown and your mother's preferences,
There was a knock on the door, and I leaned over to tie my shoelaces
While saying that it might be a policeman, then it was silent
I woke up silently and tapped my phone for a while
Written down but i still want to love you
Eva was buried in Stratford, an anonymous monument,
Shakespeare gave me self-discipline reading like a sex addiction,
The story of a lifelong never laughter
The Ming Emperor lay halfway in the tower, in front of him a boundless map
Unfolding like a tree, his gentle words make the most charming wife of the empire
Kneeling down to play flute, he sipped his pipe
Shaking the amber cup with the other hand on the smooth back
It was the lust of western immortals, which made him addicted to
Grandmother childhood, my stomach was round when I ate
The wife is arranging the autumn orchard fruit.
A half-old milf asked me: What are you doing, voice?
I thought for a while, I should say back, do what men should do
Standing and shit, I mean by young women,
This isn't grandma old enough to wear a red skirt to Bukowski
And it's not a black homosexual, especially in a lunatic asylum
The master of asceticism, his testicles hang down and strike
I understood Dante in the same year in my thirties
Health is naked as a fellow, a living and a dead
Great friendships are like the grafting of syphilis and smallpox
My one and only love, like a light falling only on me,
The inner turbulent tumult of a lonely star
Passes silently to the sky with beams of electromagnetic waves
Captured by me, call my eyes without having to carry sons
Where does my spider's thread drift, and to what branch?
My abdomen is like a transparent handbag after over-fertility
Recently mistaken by a couple of lothiers just the trash can
On the roadside as toilet, vomit and excrement drowning
With a life full of crimes and constellations in the past
Style is formed by coercion,
Dickinson grew out of the panic bubble of menarche,
It is caused by long-term congestion caused by masturbation
She need not be ashamed because she her father should be ashamed for
Has been hung dry in the rain forest, to really deal with she ashamed father
Relying on her body like a good bow,
The mystery of the natural rain arrow shoots out from nothing
The landscape in my head is as luxuriant as a Milky Way,
Periodic splashes, Shakespeare, Pascal
The sages searched for the egg that suits them
Like a burglar threw down a sheep, a leopard stole
Unroasted leg of lamb, build them firm
Xenophobic beliefs, in the semen of their minds and
The enemy's menstrual blood shines on the edge of words
And which companion actress is the female of the galaxy
Seduction, ripe and broken clots, swelling
But the metamorphic open vesicle obeys the silent
Concept of fertility, if not a female god
Relentlessly and forcefully pursue the ultimate sex, if her soul
No longer lonely and aging, we are in the rubber bubble
And dried up in the viscous soup-like source liquid
The world is created by Shiva in boring exhaustion and lust
Great masturbation, the beauty stops time and stops,
I'm never desperate to imagine, this woman from my mother
Cut one-third of one life, that's where Prato
Cut open the winter of the year and the night of the day
I'm tired of wilting, trying to distinguish silent patience
I interrupted the seductive mating of the snakes
Pledge my only reputation, captured by Oedithus
During the seven years of happiness in the BanShee sea, Liu Gan made friends with kindness
I will reach my hometown
Second-hand lotion, second-hand native language, second-hand projection, double integral,
Second-hand men and women, whether it is anus or vagina
Or the mouth is full of shy caries, Yamato Worm Island
Qiu Batong is the German steel will of East Asia,
Pasolini is Pasolini, an obese boy who urinates sugar
Among the glans-shaped hallucinogenic mushrooms that swelled after the rain
With dead pork cuts cooked in corpse oil filled Mohammed
Crystal coffin, I love second-hand God, second-hand drugs,
Beatrice is aging in Jinpingmei, death is the second-hand
Life, pica is Shennong, bestiality should not be forbidden
Meat is the second creation of grass, writing is the echo of nothingness, Freud
Treat that astrological student like Faust,
How eager life is to give you a second hit and delay healing
Poets from all over the solar system unite to eliminate bulls, snakes, maggots and flies
Go to the outer galaxy, attack the Olympus forest,
Our slogan is to kill their seeds
Loot their talents, our program:
Enemy yourself and fight against the gods.
Mother's fragrance and lover's virgin truth
At that time I did not know to cry, broken to feel the body again
I leaped towards the mirror, and the lead between the mirrors was no longer broken
Go on. The gate is right ahead
Love your enemies, sinners are blessed, black cats walk slowly
Eternal light shines on me
I shouldn't regret it, I shouldn't live like that
I should remain mysterious
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