The Complete Book of Vegetarian Rhyming Poems About Fong (without Preface or Recommendation Preface)
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What approach to eternity should I use
to collect and commemorate my own affairs of the heart
so that years later I can still remember what I was like at the time
when I was anxious, elated, sleepy, and happy
maybe a plain, purely textual poem
Fang Dao, Wenshan Liu
Poetry In this territory
it becomes a king's road, a genre, and a place for the world to live in. for the genre
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The secret of 106 rules
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1. Read you a poem
The eaves of a house after a rainy day are, as it happens, best suited to wind chimes
You see from the window that the wind has just sprouted its buds very softly
And I decided to travel on the cat's eye
So then all the mysteries receded backward into the landscape
Only things hidden deftly enough grow into dandelions
Then I followed with no burden and moved forward with care
For fear of waking up the part of me that dares to dream of liking you
So then I recited a poem to you.
Opening the book of poems, I was careful and light
Light and careful, like a cat with a wind chime, I read you a poem
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2. Complaints on a hanger
This certain, for the time being, indescribable emotion
should be given some space to yawn and stretch its legs and so on with a minimum of tension
So, there are those who specialize in breeding the courtroom evidence that is needed for an argument
But once someone starts selling it, and involving it
that means that they are no longer the person they were originally intended to be
That is to say that they are not the person they were originally intended to be.
I open the door and I realize I can't write any more
The complaints drying on hangers under the eaves, crowded piece by piece
Like a patchwork of elongated emotions, something that needs to be described in a fight
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3. Simplicity
Your simplicity is a world of its own
The clouds there are like warm quilts
The air is filled with pure innocence
Intimacy
The afternoon breeze is like a warm blanket. The afternoon breeze is as easy to sleep as a pillow
Your simplicity is a world of its own
Love becomes a butterfly, and lovers feed on an inexhaustible supply of thoughtfulness
Tenderness grows in the wilderness, and thoughts close in like a forest
In the twinkling of an eye, in the season of vows, a life together bears the fruits of a life long relationship
Your simplicity is a world of its own
And in the crowds of people, love is transparent, it can be continuous, and it is a world of its own
There are clouds there like warm quilts. In the crowd of people, love is so transparent that you can see through several people in a row
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4. The distance before the first kiss
was evened out into a wheat-colored breath. Wheat-colored breath
is separated from its final relationship with the snowy white
is gradually adapting to the warm, slightly acidic weather
and the plant has not yet fully matured emotionally
and has not yet had the experience of aging enough to fall to the ground
Planted in a meadow, the color of the youthful diary
The epidermis is struggling to form an oily green
and the plant has not yet been fully matured
and the plant has not yet been fully matured
and has not yet experienced the experience of aging. p>
And the vegetation is finally being turned over to the summer
The genetic transmission of the details belonging to flowering
is straining at the development
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5. The Spoiled
A young animal, on a soft breast, wantonly roams
The weaned North Country, the story just about to sprout
Surely the snow-white ones have shaken off the mountaintops
So the spoiling begins to converge on a large scale
Yes, daisies are fragile, just by their name.
The daisies are fragile. And the name alone makes them fragile
The birch forests have embraced all of spring's capricious hunger
The cubs continue to walk the contours of an ever-expanding turf
And the corner where I'm anchored is precarious and happy
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6. A very delicate favorite
Too high a latitude to spy, sometimes lacking in oxygen to drum the wings
Purely distant bird's-eye view of the entire vegetation covered moonlight can only be imagined by
imagining
Therefore the gesture should be to descend even further, and it is said that the lowest corrosive layer of the earth, the lowest corrosive layer of the earth, the lowest corrosive layer of the earth, the lowest corrosive layer of the earth, the lowest corrosive layer of the earth. It is said that the humus at the bottom is nourishing for love
The moss-covered rotting logs that span the weedy pond are used as bridges
An ant-mosquito walks by the fern's tree, carefully carrying a slice of supper
The thick shade of the trees is suitable for the crush to be carried by the light and the tenderness is right in the dampness
shade
On the bridge of the rotting logs, I use a magnifier to zoom in on the moonlight. On a bridge of rotting wood, I examine with a magnifying glass where the ants have just passed by
And, delicate as a tentacle, I like you very much
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7. Thirty-one words of incorrigibility
A touch of nightshade describes you in the moonlight
The face is so clean that even the anger is bright and beautiful
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8. An ambiguous status
Tokyo crows, a Harajuku fur
Nara Yoshitomo's squinty-eyed dolls, starting to wear short skirts and bubble socks
Dreams, being utilized to speak for my subconscious mind
I was really close to kissing her, her apple-light cheeks
I was really close to kissing her, but it's a good thing that you're not. p>
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9. Virgo's Secret
The bushes burned out by the campfire, stitch by stitch
The heat had not yet been woven into the desert. The heat had not yet been woven into the desert experience
and so the ancient burning winds finally chose to settle into their burrows
and the baked whispers took up residence
drying out so many of the moods that were still wandering
the whispers that had been pressed into the pillows of the tents
were sewn solidly into the epidermis of the cactus
and the canyons began to grow, sparse but sweet. A sparse but sweet rain grows
The lights go out at the oasis, and the rain flows into the memory of the lake
This September's starry sky, lifted up in its entirety, is one I can't avoid
Sparkling and dazzling, the secret of attachment
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10. A bear and a eucalyptus
How to judge a piece of art from outside the country
The unfamiliar soil is, of course, difficult to interpret
The dying imagery of the composition is incapable of depicting the creatures of the grasslands that grow in the wilds of the world.
In the outback, where the forest expands like an ocean
All the details that must be attended to are inhabited by phenanthrene
It is not only the temperature of the green that is vast
it is also the description of a vast expanse of fresh air that is dependent on care
This is a very different approach to painting, but it is purely the style of the work that is the only response
That is why the work has to be painted in the way that it is.
Even the price tags on the paintings are not available
Finally, the critic starts with the idea that the only way to be saved is by exchanging body heat
The theme of the exhibition is strikingly the same: happiness in the state of nature
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11. The feeling of being eaten
Finally realizing that the organism of my emotions is too fat
Fresh and freshly baked, with a crunchy beak
The spine is bent, the head bowed, and I don't have to learn
Originally my own species, but now I've easily forgotten how to fly
It was easy to forget how to fly. I've forgotten how to fly so easily
Personality is plucked from its feathers and baked with care
This is not the only time you've cooked it
I'm lying on a chopping board trying to taste your handiwork
I'm raising my glass after a good meal and drinking with you, feeling like I'm being eaten
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12. A Cat's History of Love
Always, always, always, always, never satisfied with this jumping position
And the shadow that can't run freely when the sun is slanting
Complaining about the constant restlessness of licking the thick, sharp claws of the cat. licking its clawed, thick-padded fingers
reminding it that it still possesses this remaining instinctive demeanor
just like the dried-fish look of cat food
from start to finish, it's only as good as they think it is
but cats have cats in their hearts and minds
kept in a clean, plastic, purpose-built house
with an area of activity that doesn't extend beyond a few square meters
and a few square meters of space.
And then it's only expected to look good and cute
But this confined space has dishonored its name, cat
And in the blissful days of food and drink, it's nostalgic for the fish-bone splinter that got stuck in its throat when it was young in the wild
Is it too much to ask for, or is it too much to ask?
But the cat has a cat's heart
What's in that dark, winding alley beneath the sixth floor
What's in that orange garbage can that he doesn't know
Can he try to make his own way
In a non-pet, purely feline love affair
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13. The little right hand
The face of an angel is always captured in sleep by the greed of the voyeur
The air is used to describe cleanliness, and it is only at this time of the day
That the air is used to describe cleanliness, and it is only at this time of the day
That the air is used to describe cleanliness. In the nest of the rolling hills, secrets are always fattening below the ground
Collected laughter is never enough to feed the growing loneliness
Easily digestible kindness in the meandering streams
Softens the pillows with some defensive hostility
Happiness in the end is the percentage of freedom of movement that is not given to a bunch of demands
You've just had a moment, you've just had a moment.
The tenderness of your new shoots, soon to be forests
The sweetness, how shall I put it, that I've decided to let the harvest ripen as I wake up
No, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, a little, right-hand hand
is trying to pick up on a clue of what makes the skies clear
This last, last, last, last, last, last, last, last, last, last line, I'm fixing it till the morning. Clues to why the skies are clearing, how you fell in love with me
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14. Just add a little doubt
The cobblestones on the trail are silently shifting
A bunch of evolved ashore stops swimming back in the mood
All dehydrated in the garden, drying out in the swell of stress
Add a few tablespoons of daisies that will eventually bloom
The blades try to maintain their green face before the water rolls off
The fire goes out at the cookout in the grass to release the original fire
The fire is not in the water. Picnic on the grass, unleashing the original imagination
The spices in the pot still have a trace of fussy fingertips left
At last, we've fed our cat
But we're not sure what kind of fish she's going to have for her next meal
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15. What about the sixth impossibility
The color can't have such pure white frustration
The transparency can't have such a high level of sadness
When I started to be completely obsessed with your impossible look
Even the most unfeeling, cold, impossible embarrassment
When I started to be completely obsessed with your impossible look
Even the most unfeeling, cold, impossible embarrassment
Even the most ruthless and cold embarrassment
that word is crystallized into an impossible beauty
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16.
I don't want it, I don't want it, I really don't want it
After my face has aged and my youth has burned
After my sentimental memories have congealed into a plaster
I still have to work painstakingly on my manuscripts
And about love, all kinds of good things
I say that it's really, really, really, really funny
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17. I've loved you
The reeds can only be white and beautiful in the winter
Spring is never a land that belongs to it
Some things Some beauty can only belong to the past
In the lush green forest of memories
The bird's nests of concealment and camouflage are like secrets
Some beauty can only belong to the past
The summer rains have a painful, full-bodied parting
Letting the fallen leaves die of decay and decomposition, but they still have a smile
Some beauty can only belong to the past
Some beauty can only belong to the past
And in the winter, the reeds can only belong to the white beauty of the winter
Spring is a land that doesn't belong to it. The past
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18. A gesture of apology
The rising lanterns of the sky witnessed a wave of hills in the
The lantern is extremely pleased with the height of its water level, and its emerald green color is very pleasing to the eye.
The sky has only now decided to replace its lofty blue color.
The mountainside, already at a ninety-degree angle, is still deliberately raising and lowering its altitude.
Catering to the mango grasses.
At the sea level, the white elevation is already a most dignified paint.
The body is already soft enough for waterbirds, but in the darkness, it's not. Soft enough to be a waterfowl, in the blackness of the rock, it penetrates low over the hard
corners of the beak
and is filtered out, the last remaining feather-light pride
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19. Apple Milk
Open the fridge to the sea above the coral reefs of the South Pacific
The lazy tropics of siesta, the freshness of my dreams, are upon me
Cats still prefer apple milk, preferring a certain kind of love
Your whiskers are soft, lovingly present. Presence
Habitual happiness is a state of mind where the angle is bent sideways just right
The left side of the sleeping person is dependent on the warmth of the body
I woke up on the right side of the bed, and left with a newly grown tail
Then I began to favor cider milk like cats do
Preferring the cup of the future that is rich and flavorful and that you also favor
The cat is still favoring apple milk, favoring the cup of the future that you also favor
The cat is still preferring apple milk, favoring the cup of the future that is rich and flavorful.
20. A childhood friend
A lizard, always on guard, enters and leaves the marketplace of snakes with camouflaged skin color
But buys the price of a meal on a scale
With a cat's preference.
A lizard that is always on guard, that buys ants by the pound, and whose lower-middle-class status is recognized by the scales
The sunlight that heats up the air so dramatically prevents it from moulting its silent reptilian elegance
With a hat that provides shade, I have unconsciously acquired a more folksy tone
And after all, I can't moult all of my native skins
Whoever said that hiding in a snake's lair with only four legs is unnecessary
The probing head of the lizard, which has been in the snake's lair, has been in the snake's lounge, and I am not sure what I am doing.
The lizard I mistook for a snake, just like the one I mistook for myself
I carefully turned over the rubble, and the lizard disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the emotion
was the same as it had been all those years ago, when he'd said his childish wow, it's a shame
I'd have to put on my snake's coat and go back to the reptile bazaar
And his childish wow, it's a shame that I'd once been able to walk on my feet
I was the only person who could walk on my feet
I was the only person I'd ever known who could walk on my feet. I can walk on my feet
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21. Mortuary
My mortuary stanzas and line breaks
are an extremely kitschy form of poetry.
It is a sadness that is extremely vulgar
To keep indulging in the laurels of masturbation
It is also necessary to keep repeating those pleasing make-ups
When the ritual of picking up the bones of the puzzle has been passed down by word of mouth to become a belief
It is also not necessary to be surprised at those incense of worship
Only the ashes after burning the whole temple cannot see the shape of the style
It is necessary to analyze and examine those fine dusts in the morgue personally
It is necessary to analyze and examine those fine dusts in the morgue. One must personally analyze and examine the dusty imagery
Then the poem begins to take on real weight
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22 The subconscious violates
The clear who in the dream world
As in the dark, the secret, lewd voyeurism
It is the only one who can condemn himself
The sense of smell that wants no more, is gradually becoming a butterfly
Opportunists and moths lacking food
They want to take advantage of this, to blend in with the taste and then to munch on it
The black coffee that has stopped stirring, has been stirred up, and the black coffee has been stirred up, and then the black coffee has been stirred up.
The black coffee that stops stirring is enough to mimic the late night
The snoring that replaces the stagnation of time is another refill
There's never been a problem with the excess of insomnia, all the desires are sleepy
The surface tension of the glass allows the impulses to overconsume
The dawn that's about to rise under the surface of the water is hot for half of the world
The other half, under the blanket, ends all the episodes
The other half, under the blanket, ends all the episodes. To end all episodes
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23. Nightclubs are the reason why the East End
equals euphoria Easily carved Wood
In the cliffs where language isn't valued, there's always a way to pick up recognizable eras
to check against the license plates of the accents belonging to the construction companies
The thin straps of this fetus fit
only to make the matching hairs narrower
They have to complement each other in order to exist comfortably
Their faces are made up, in a frequency that is determined by the frequency of their makeup. The makeup on their faces slows down as the frequency is determined
and is seen more clearly, those intense waits for the signals
The long shot is a blur of lipstick, traffic, and accosting
but it also maintains a state of equilibrium in this area
Watercolors with minimal lines are perfect for painting over and starting over
Private clubs don't easily hang too much in the air. Dialogue
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24. Moderately curled sadness
The choir may look like a fish-out-of-water crossing, but it's not
Or the gospel itself, for that matter.
Or perhaps the Gospel itself should be slightly transformed
to avoid leaving behind any wall of unsteady consciousness
Fixing an immovable dream ends in a converging confession
In the uncovered square, anyone who is forced to lie moderately
They continue to dismantle the cloisters, avoiding distortions of the romance of the form
The chimes of a bell close to zero, concrete, linear, and the sound of the bells is a very important part of this. The bells near zero, the concrete, the straight lines, the beautiful
Goethean forced to equal church, and that of course includes the stained-glass windows
What else is there that just grows into its name
Some words are just plain disgusting and depressing
In the Promised Land, at the fountain closest to the Lord
It takes a moderately curled-up sadness to make a wish
What else is there?
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25. Fire hydrants attempt to create images in the night
Fading and diluted beliefs.
Less pure, we are happy to see the origin and thus the ability to mix any shape
And to understand that to tell a story you have to pick the right night
Too specific, structurally stable churches
There's always the fear that the bat's story won't be bloody enough
The feeding that shouldn't be taking place
Takes place far away from the place where the pen begins to drop in a novel
Time continues to feed the imagination
The time that is the most important thing in a novel is the time that is the most important. p>
Where I woke up in a place where my brain was overburdened and stimulated by the atmosphere
I found a fire hydrant trying to create a picture in the night
So it's still the best paper for writing stories
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26. Poetry, then spurned
How in the world do you mail a deft apology
The carefully folded words
Even before they are opened, they avoid most of their lethality
On the elegant, plain envelope, the handsome handwriting
When you're writing, you can't help but notice that it's a bit of a joke, and that it's not a joke at all. The handsome handwriting on the elegantly plain invitation
maintains a perfect ratio between the recipient and the sender
It's amazing how breakups can be so beautifully overdone
Hurt, rooted in the rock walls of the stormy sea
thinned down over and over again by the wretched past
until it reveals the bloody, bony, I-don't-love-you-anymore
So, in the hands of a poet, the heart of a broken heart, a broken heart, a broken heart, a broken heart, a broken heart, a broken heart, a broken heart. In the hands of a poet, a blood-curdling parting
can be, in fact, a very, very shallow, pale stroke
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. 27. The style of the wind
Colors that can't even keep up with the speed
To argue on the ground that the Northern Lights are too similar to the Milky Way
The scavengers are eager to define what they mean by garbage
In order to consolidate and strengthen the role that they can only play
Because of the impossibility of measuring the depths of the soul, and the hunger for creativity
They refuse to examine whether they have weight or not
They refuse to examine whether they have weight or not
They refuse to examine whether they have weight.
Because it is impossible to measure the depth of the soul and the hunger to create
So they refuse to examine their weight
Happy to sing without any shape
To this day, the only thing that can't be cut is the style of the wind
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28. change of heart
On the day I was sure you were gone
I typed in the dictionary and started to look up what boredom was
On page 237, on the side of the nine strokes of the 斤字, the character for 斤,""",
I could only find two words, "fresh."
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29. Personality
About hearing, it's the same world as the subconscious
Just like a marriage contract, it can't be filled unilaterally
The crab that's used to moving across the river can't be understood by the fish that swims in a straight line. A fish that swims in a straight line can't understand it
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30. Marriage is an initialization
a knife with geometric lines and eye-catching colors shouldn't be used to cut through elegant makeup. A knife with geometric lines and eye-catching colors shouldn't have to cut through the makeup of the light and airy
A clear, bright-orange, plastic plate shouldn't have to hold the euphemisms of the pink and the fragile
These vessels are too generic and cheap a gesture to make a culinary space feel
injured
The contractual term of office, except for the death of a recycled resource, has to be renewed
without objection
An idyllic light on the wall represents the best of the common world, and a light on the wall represents the best of the common world. An idyllic light on the wall, representing the Proven?al kitchen
provides evidence that it must be redecorated, and cites the clause
proving that the dishes that flowed from the blood of the Poupon were in the wrong place in the first place
The faucet, where there are no dishes left to wash, and the air is beginning to dry out the pipes
and the fresh ingredients are beginning to be salted, and then laid flat
and then air-dried, and the dishes, and then air-dried. >After the air-drying process, the dishes are packed in sets, in boxes
The speed of their departure is unmistakably clear
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31. Unusually innocent and happy
The mirror continues to reflect according to age
using each person's level of repression, honesty, or lack thereof
to determine whose hormonal credentials will be honored
And you're always implicitly asking for one more turn and then choosing the neo-feminine carousel to continue around the circle
and following along for a while.
And all the way around, I'm tugging at the morality of the old seal script
My fingers continue to thrill with the apprehension of approaching
As my lips linger on the pleasure that lingers on my skin
Sweat is clear at the bottom of the cloudy rush
This whole scene is colorful, the children smiling flawlessly like china
Reminiscent of a swing set, a marshmallow, and a music box
And you're always asking for another ride. And the music box
I was hypocritically kicking myself in the midst of a picture of extraordinary innocence and happiness
It turned out that my love could not have withstood prolonged starvation
Occasionally, it needed to be fed with the frenzy of a whole meal
I remembered that impromptu thirst in the countryside with extraordinary innocence and happiness
And my favorite color of yours was stopped in the middle of this magnificence
Memories of this scene were cut into the wall, and cut into the bone.
You gasped and sang in a murmuring voice on the outskirts of the countryside
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32.
The bloodthirsty muzzleloader has resolved to stop hunting
Based on an assumed understanding of the composition of gunpowder
The least pleasurable thought must be the bullet that's just about to go off
Never again will you know what it's like to hit a bull's-eye
And of course, the right and wrong of nitroglycerin against a flame
Is the same thing as the high speed of a gun barrel against a bullet
The most important thing is that you can't feel the pain in the mouth.
In the smoky wilderness, where no grass grows,
exposed gravel can't detect the difference between the prey and the hunted,
and the extra time spent no longer being hunted,
overpopulation, which has not been resolved,
is steadily gaining ground on the anxious defenses,
trying to loosen my walls.
Attempting to loosen my walled mouth
Finally, my lips spoke up and refused to be persuaded to surrender
I immediately took out my brass-polished gun, bayonet gleaming
Magazine loaded, trigger cocked, safety off
Aiming with my right eye at the customary sneer and snort of a man a thousand meters away
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33. Everything is unproven
The whispers of irresponsibility never cease, they multiply in the traditional way
Parasitic in the herd. Stable, but easily dehydrated wills
The sun's constant exposure scorched the shadows, and all the bounty
The followers, good at hiding, then memorized more tales of valor outside the castle
Werewolves and vampires, words of great originality
have for centuries been confirmed only in novels
Ann ordained knight can ultimately possess gems for the length of his life and
An unverified word, a word that has not been proven.
So, what is eternal love all about
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34. Rhyming Game
Anyone who knows me knows a secret
The story starts with a pre-set ambush
Usually, it starts with the emotions that have been brewing in my own hypothesis
Then I use my pretentious writing style to write down two Chinese characters
Tear Drops or Season of Flowering
Then, for each paragraph, there is a fragment, a word spacing
The white space between them is actually very deliberate
We have to be careful with the words that are used in the story.
The white space between them is actually very deliberate
designed to please the eye's reading order
to make the end seem powerful
Of course, the middle of the story needs to be embellished
with poignant and sappy phrases
sighs or farewells
Does all this fuss build up to make the story look like it's coming to you
just to make the story look like it's coming to me? Look at Lou
Self-righteous and beautiful
No. In fact, all my efforts to pile up
Pile up all these rhyming words
Are just to make the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the impeccable love for you
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35. The best shapes are transparent
Or rather, it's up to the wind to decide, to sift through the valleys for the right sounds
The wind is the one that travels, and most of the cares arrive at the border as they should
No shelter, no cover, no shelter, no shelter.
Love that lingers in the treetops without shelter is already transparent in the best of shapes
Youth that is being tempered by the fire is poured day and night into a vessel that holds the container
Then in the forest, as the seed falls to the ground and sprouts, it is asked to harden
Now, it is only you who cares about how many centuries it took to crystallize the grit
A diamond is a piece that is squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed to make it crystallize and crystallize. It is a work of art that is squeezed and squeezed again to be published in the earth
Finally, I came out of the forest and took the letter from you on how to make glass
and began to heat, refine, extract, and make it transparent enough to be unconsciously crossing the line of love
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36. There's always a misunderstanding going on
I hate myself when I write something that's just a heartbreaking heartbreak
An easy sigh is a heart-wrenching tragedy
Just to hear it come out of his mouth that I really loved you
and don't regret it.
And not to regret our memories
I could, without hesitation, grow old in an instant
Something so superficial, with all its rhymes
has a beautiful name, love
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37. Reggae in Jamaica
Water stains on old bills are turned over
I start with the head on the next one
The world across the Pacific
The Civil War of 1861
This is where Mr. Lincoln insisted on letting what would sooner or later be called "the war" go. Mr. Lincoln's insistence on letting what was bound to happen happen sooner or later happen, except that it wasn't a proselytizing god that would be treated as the same kind of man. Mandela has tilted the order from white to black, but that still doesn't change the seasons, and it's still snowing where it should be snowing, and it's still sorting Jews and Aryans, and it's still bleaching the world with American dollars, and I'm crossing the street across the street, and I'm buying a CD-ROM for three hundred and sixty dollars, all of which is Jamaican thunder. The whole thing is Jamaican reggae
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38. Scandinavian heavy metal
The windowpane outside the bakery Disgruntled, snarling
The scent of the baked goods is only affectionate on the other side
The snarky magazine reviews are buried deep under the streetlights as garbage
A bunch of anarchist winter snow With a warm hand
Pushing through the door of the bakery, I hear clues
Inside the window glass is eager to argue, but it's me that's resisting the temptation
Anarchist winter snow comes back to the bakery, and I hear the clues
Anarchist winter snow comes back to the window of the bakery.
Anarchist winter snow returns to the street, ears pricked
Disheveled leftist youths at the door picking up garbage
Magazines from 1968, in Norwegian
Led Zeppelin, cool, a tough guy
Streetlamps stay on the side of the street, guiltily blaming themselves
It's still some of it left that leftists haven't taken away all of it
The turn of the page again. Guns N' Roses, 1987
Considered a cultural threat by the conservative radical right
Take all the rest of the magazines. No, I can't. I need to know them better.
The winter snow of anarchism is not united enough
Can't protect the music in the garbage
The tantalizing aroma of the bread baking is finally overflowing out of the shop
The windows outside prefer to be with the anarchists. The windows outside the shop preferred to hang out with the anarchist winter snow, because it's too cold in Northern Europe, and you have to be a man
The music you play has to be heavy metal, rock and roll
The music you play has to be heavy metal, rock and roll.