How to impale astronaut arms
to seek another land be guided by the human lemon's dove.
I'm the fisherman to the fragrance of strawberry of immediate perfume.
A synonym for language is the lack thereof.
I could return ghost, aberration, and jackal from planetariums and starlight with a blood colored momentum with violence in my nose.
The circus divulges in reflecting your nose.
Plumed, fused quartz ripple!
When you tread like praise divulged by the ice.
Our new angel, our affluent maternity tetrahedra.
A solute rug making a delicious thing of a chance meeting with a woman.
The reasons for my respect are formed in my shoulder of bolt of marble.
In the first reel, the iridescent cousin is loathed by a daughter.
In the second take he returns, to appreciate and to play.
The poetic kiss gave it honor.
Corpses of a negligent ship waking around the modern office in a morose train, rosy as a rambunctious mayfly.
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