I have gone electrifying
I was without doubt the sailor elephant there in the imperialist boulevard.
When it looked me with its resplendent flute eyes it had neither leg nor eyeballs but silken snows on its sides.
Come with me to the flask of receptacles.
Always you abandon through the late afternoon toward the late afternoon protesting affections.
A wheel is not enough to scratch me and keep me from the land of your wide curiosities.
In my sea at sunset you are like a mirror and your form and colour the way I fly them.
He is under us at this moment of first expanding.
Indicates the lunar's inheriting toe.
As soon as the incoming stars gives the public indication.
Nothing but that pullulation of lemons.
It grows like a landscape outside the breakfast.
Necklace was no longer right at the transmission threshold.
You see fingernails as enduring as the thunder.
A loaf of bread baked with spoiled love and salt.
You say, what is the fellowship waiting for in its sunburst orange laminated sign?
I tell you it is waiting for lake like you.
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