Modern Poetry
Consecrate Mat this
献给马蒂斯(H。 MATISSE)
Ya Xian
He makes crazy, more dangerous than the wormwood account
- Mongolian people have Bahners
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They in turn said it was brilliant, Matisse
His eyes burned the whole of Notre Dame, since the game between
Room gently rising to the naked limbs angels phrenic
No echo, squatting stand dark leopard spots
Weaving all the adventure of your hand all the hair split
In the electric guitar under heavy strumming
I do not know what the danger in the border Dreams
As they are lying on the golden
Augmented into a bed, a rose on the -
Waiting for you Henry. Matisse
Matisse is a glorious shame
Rumors to the backlog of pillow, in the summer
Silk were you actually ignorant of the case shocked
The women want is this small disability
(A velvet stage!)
Or pretend to resist your
Under the mirror copy
Or see the water behind
In her shares on the air
Brutal and tender
Matisse, you and I have no intention
So that all things become death
Zhe garnet have your full hour drinking in Paris
Actually stare bed dangers such as Xu;
Bundles do not listen to the night, dazzling wall
Bang! Prussian blue and the sun a mass of
Ah the days of wonderful Matisse
Solid skin you have become their confidant
What if she has several of face? !
The color is like a lie, and I felt
What rhythm
Between the Comic
Into the dawn of the heart
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Rainbow days
Your interpretation of the blouses off the fragrance of silence
The darkness of your interpretation of breast
(A flower Sheng live whole night!)
Interpretation to be kissed biting your neck. After midnight
Their eyes
Always easy to hyacinths
Their hands from your hot red hue with a large
You smile, hurried urgency as the first
Description of a Xi Bosi carpet room in someone else's wife
Apart from fat, with the complaint
Alice was shaking in the game in the rented
In addition to lie down for a person per night; Matisse
The morning is not eternal
They have no significance
All this is passing
They all stop at the history of the attitude manicure lamp
Even the river also has a body made by the speed of
In their hair with nothing between the birth of Mainz
Dusk. Zhong seven
What no one about to die. No news
And you paint them so they do not know;
Color was xuan sketch the face of your old love to ask:
Jasminum it? Is the frangipani flowers? Is the frangipani flower ah
(Reply to their evening at the most a group of men who do!)
Only you, Matisse
Sign your name on their feet obesity
Give them a face
Boo rate soon
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To a flickering lines to Textile years Jinse
The rainbow the smell, the cloth singing
Light sigh loudly blowing five dancing is your beautiful deterrence
Mint cake was beautiful is their glance captured
Miserable when the daily routine came to bat
A fireworks leaned a little under the lead pipe from the inside
You out of the whole of the moon the first Canadian
And half of Paris
Consumption of all the loud calls for the dead light
Bending into the grave to the exploitation of the blue
This alone is no barrier in the spring
You actually do not know the long escalator ride to the wire, where
Sheets meandering south, between the sweet unrest
They occupied the cry of you and you always give each other a seal to atmosphere
And people say that the total drop of blood at any moment magnificent enough;
One room, one room, a bottle of nostalgia
A disobedient Matisse
Violet for reconstruction because it
Bare your soul in many of the wild play
Because that smile, Mercury sink
Just because you coax them to sleep, even though
Under the head of their
Looked on the out_set_
A huge crash ... ...
And Matisse, you always accessible
When Rivera Street, the pedestrian, such as a corrupt tunes
You take the dirty color palette
Increasingly inclined to heaven
Turned against the wind on the
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