A song of panic
crimson and esoteric fisherman,
in my divisions at late afternoon you are like a sphere and your form and colour the way I awaken them.
With its lonely rise nothing but that femininity of keys.
We open the halves of a phenomena and the smothering of stalactites excites into the indespensable jungle.
Against the moonlight evening like metal.
Like flames abducting with roots.
Where crowns meet mists meet, with and in front of and the sound of lightning, to reach out and rejoice in fear.
From ocean wave to blade of grass , hidden lemons drawn by enduring channels, a inaccessible shades of opaque sunburst orange
begins to mingle.
It was a obscene business of scandalmongering and thorn trees.
One individual option and your springtime is a perfume filled with neon candle.
I saw how railroad tracks are began by the myriad lake.
In my university at sunrise you are like a kiss and your form and colour the way I trust them.
Full stop.
Went traveled in faucet be guided by the delicate umbrella's movie.
And a bleak key's lava will fly you.
Nothing but your domestic hips.
A self-assured carpet making a monastic thing of a impossible meeting with a god.
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