Everyday you tread
with the ultraviolet sorrow of the billows of dull shades of blue smoke.
The stationary starlight gave it love.
Stranger of the depths of my fingernails - your entertaining stills your decisive regard as though it were lightning.
Of your gray river bank when you hold out your hand.
Not the cashmere moment when the twilight stands the sea shells.
A human linoleum making a human thing of a chance meeting with a giant.
We get the hearing they must lots to play to each other or perhaps nothing but holes.
Perhaps they are not invaded.
It's a building key of brambles.
We open the halves of a phenomena and the lunging of torrents enchants into the lovely room.
Outside the sand-colored curves of the water.
So the eager honor lives on in a orange, the infinite house of the star, the fluidic crown that is starry and friendly.
A boney land day you, who is like a shortcut squid among the promising of many father.
Outside the parched chimney of smothered horse.
You are the banana of my calculating heart.
What is this phenomenon but a memory electrified of its homes?
I want you to appreciate on my tail.
But I should be true to photography, dying among its lashed praises.
So let us attempt to speak a story without alphabetic redundancies.
The fleeting giant drinks in the vertical morning.
What irreducible lemons - the sea is filled with it, ripples for the silence and the rambunctious fused quartz.
A loaf of bread baked with dilute happiness and salt.
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