恶时辰的秘书们波德莱尔,恶与疾病的秘书,诗歌直接越过美学,奔向一个行动者。人类,越来越空虚的坑,不得不歌唱痛苦,歌唱头顶的乌云。她的怀中物一分一秒加速溶解。恶与恶堆积,遮住了现代的天空。语言已无法御寒,失望的兰波逃向非洲。诗歌过早地 Baudelaire, secretary of the evil hour and disease, secretary of the evil hour, crossed the aesthetics directly to an agent. Humans, more and more empty pits, had to sing pain and sing the dark clouds overhead. Her arms speed up dissolving every minute. Evil and evil pile up, covering the modern sky. Language has been unable to keep warm, disappointed Lupo fled to Africa. Poetry prematurely