Modern Poetry
The Death in a Stone Cave
背向大海
Lo Fu
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Accidental head only corridor to the neighbors, I zheng zhu
In the morning, to betray the man dead nude
Any exchange of a black roaring across his vessel
I zheng zhu, in my eyes swept the tall stone walls
Above that two blood trough hewn
My face started as a tree, the tree growth in the fire
All the rest, only their eyes moved behind the eyelid
Many people are afraid to talk about toward the direction of
I indeed saw off bitter pear to be growing on
In the ring, you can still catch the wind, the cicada
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Those who knock on the door, copper cups should continue to show off the past
Both brothers will come, all will drink from my impatience full capacity
Their hunger as prime indoor flower pot
When I open my eyes after a slight, metallic sound there
Clank from the intramural, crashed on the meal guests
Is an afternoon of heated debate followed, all sorts of dirty show
Language is only a pile of clothes had not been washed
Then to be hurt, they laid hold permanent residence as a group of the beast
She Shi silhouette of the tree are split by the sun
Its height will be when I face the sun_set_ Lengsu
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Who like the roots of the will does not depend on
While struggling to hold up the deep mountain
Do not pay attention like wild strawberries in Marriage of eugenics
Let the children walked through the swamp
I am a servant of the blame is accomplished in a number of morning
Grape growing on the rocks you've seen the sun bow to you
When I stretch the inner arm, grasping the roots enlivened
I had come so drown in your blood
The fruit of your skin, clothing for your stem
I am humbled same applies back the number of death row
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The total joy of a person's name as
Weight buried the meantime, the edge of knowledge in the unsolvable
Grains were married in the private manufacturing risk of fetal embryos
They say: my taste gesture with his tongue licking
Enough to make the Amazon, such as crazy, if all of the redfish charm
So change can be predicted for each
Can be teased out a name after the finger marks
There are some practices, such as the sound faded step
If you just want to laugh and smile is not simply
I put all the songs to kill, and even joy, including
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Posture of the match to the embrace of the exploding world
Before burning the city, a mob cheering born
Has been to the snow season, sunflower reverse echo of the neck to find the sun
I once again see the dark corridor into the flash from the door
Basin of fire to kill
Light in the center of the street eating bats layer after layer
We did in vain for that space under the house between the heartbroken
Some of the clothes shine, some rot on the inside face
Coughing so much, so many withered hand
Can not hold a little warmth
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If you frighten me awake
Please open the window to those who died in the city or
Do not have to go in my short canthal turn aside the sentence
It has death
For the eye that is buried
I was trying to draw on the amount of the Ching-kuang First Clearing
Besides, we have to vigorously crack me as ice cliffs
Fireplace, I look at my cold water poured into
With a smile
Side of the flow into your spine, your blood......
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Tiger kicked over the pace of the coffin to the streets lights
It was a strange power and prestige
Women who were folded like a lot of quality silk pillow
I went the distance, looking for their own burial ground
Planted a mystery
Just know the value of the ashes, it will fly
Squirrel camel, between the skin and between the soul
To know even one dead in my heart
But I do not know your God, and as I do not know
Rising lotus is a desire, or some kind of Zen
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Penetrate from the left cheek right cheek Lightning
Clouds Zhipi down, when the echo everywhere
Mountains suddenly approaching, numerous long-closed eye pupil impact
I smell the rot of time from the lips smell smell
The sound of the snow is so angry, still the color of the crocodile
I squeezed in a bunch of the long head of the family name
Headstones so humble as to hand me cold
Cut in its interior, and another window, but I have read
Pleasure on the olive branch, the white garden
Death voice is so gentle and still the peacock forehead
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They went so far as such a choice tomb, the soul of shy
Again a veiled woman went back to the womb Qiuai
I wake up is a huge stone from, out of a palm
People identify, and the signs of the original just a bunch of bones of corruption
So that some people tried to release my anger to Mi Gailang the Law
I breathe the beautiful Puritan sun hungry
Written in the winter sun's face, hollyhocks and asters shadow on the overlap
I like a Zhengmu the bark of the beast, in the tongue and the tongue teasing Jiequ
Many customs were swallowed, so not as spontaneous as the growth
We have many passions isolation between last night and the next night
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You are unawakened water lily, summer flounder
You are hesitating idle on a ring finger harp
First met in the hands of two elements, between the Rose and the rattlesnake
Wheat field was abandoned in the autumn afternoon
Are you sure you do not know which urn the ashes of tragedy
Prisoners in the room, no one care about your love in the flesh
Death is broken pots, do not knock will be crushed
Blood flow in the sun_set_ will see the skin on her feet in the
Why you can not read at the time of the fire burned his body color
Why do you want to cross the circulation of the eye peg nuns
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If there are a cry of wheat in the rock
And another for a particular action, or a gesture by the crush
I will once been the experience of chewing
I will send as cold as ice scream
"Oh! Food, you are being murdered by HSBC Depository real!"
Summer in winter, the amount of anxiety is still slowly crawling International
Intramural slowly through the eyes of the two, looking like kudzu
Hanging themselves in an, when approached in silence, a variety of colors
When should forget the chores and depressed all day, actually can not forget
I was known as something meaningless and tired
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Nude Sculpture by passersby as a general
I suppose, how my body in shape in a larger hands
How to be a good arrangement, so that after the show mocking smile
This the first time the sarcophagus of a dumb
How much I do not trust this one quiet combustion
Drink in Lethe, have you ever seen a high not drift past the flowers open
The ancients are no longer here, and the blank is still the color of one of the most moving
We still put up with the song of a mountain in front of you
As long as the creator of careless abandon that line Reminders
You will locate it outside the towering on the wing
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Still unknown who recognize the hand, the door will be opened faint
I dodge jumping into your pupil, the black drink which
You are the roots, but also fruit, solid in one mind _set_ Chitose
We formed a circle dance, and make fire from
In this way, and I'm in the black by the burning of pupil
Shop at the occasion of your eyebrow a armpit. Lead early in the morning,
Undertake early morning wake up the other stars of the fall and
To confirm that the pain is to echo the time, or go when the shoe print
You then carved his silence closing
Oh, so quiet, so we blink
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Is naked and the advent of the reasons you want?
Daughter, did not recognize you before I have tasted the salt in your eyes
In utero you have to learn how to clear
How to rub out the time on the couch sounds
And Hui Zhang and hurl the day into night
We have been to light, was the clear atmosphere with a Su-lian
We have lost in death, the Chinese fans at the wheel moving static
And you are yesterday's way more than a thousand marks in a rut
When the plate in the container of your future
You are eating our present greedy
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By a number of sleeping position, constitutes a dark night
You are the oyster, the two shell folder from the surging sea
Oh, cry, I swallowed a live audio stuff
Let me point out your Double Vision stable
Let me announce to all of the hair: I'm the black
The world is an arm of the sleeve, you have to empty all the time
Palms stretch, stretching for the catch tomorrow
You are born of the black, a flash is a feast
Guests are to hurt the eyes of you -
Planted a lily of the valley in the chest
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Work out from the ashes of thousands of thousands of white cold hand
Lifted it into a burst of sun
When the distribution is still on the ground into an Projection smoke
Hence the soft creeping, rolling down the spine to the soles of the feet and then up contradicting
- Along with a soaring black dragon
Mistake to be sculptures in all ash trees
All the iron ax who are aghast at the command of silence
To wring the river as he twisted in our sweat glands
The out_set_, we ended up waiting to die like this pair
CD ashes is the beginning
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