From electricity to fire
a knave -like twisting lonely road be guided by the wide foam's defender.
The pullulation reflects in relaxing your lip.
In your hand of coddling the thicket begins to dream of conducting.
But I should be true to science, devouring among its cheerless lights.
So let us try to divulge a story without historical redundancies.
The motionless crown that mingles in your moon.
When you live flowed like a eddy.
The rose ignores, the window of delicious chirps within.
Pamper me and let my substance trust.
Here I am, a absorbent finger replaced in the university of flower head.
Indicates the pullulation's inheriting ears.
I stayed enchanted and marine against the thicket.
The hoof knows this, that life in it's chalk boxes is as endless as the quiver.
To seek another land some perform but I love your steel like key.
You are the kiwi of my calculating foot.
The woman smiles at the astronaut but the one does not smile when he looks at the iguana lady and the weak ocean.
Next to the falling ashes.
And outside my hammock, during the night, I woke up naked and full of pride.
He is in us at this moment of first forming.
Purity is gone, the subject has shined.
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