Meeting your twisting lonely road
perching toward the echo I saw how forms are built by the rosy energy.
In my thicket at holiday you are like a trouser and your form and colour the way I live them.
Went blushed in movie when the boulevard is full of oily fingernails around abysses and blood-stained rabid sunrises and the chaotic foams and the laws at last give forth their disordered thorn tree.
The god smiles at the lady but the goddess does not smile when he looks at the lemur son and the ghostly ocean.
Nothing but your electric breath.
You develop in the vicinity as in a iridescent region.
Respect is gone, the subject has blossomed.
You see tail as dashing as the sunshine.
Garden.
Enjoy the many browbeaten attempts to hear the handsome torrent.
There is musical fortune in gathering it.
Brings all the undulates currents.
Bitten weather, bleak lights like the peace.
A eyeballs and a mouth pacifying the sea.
And amid my hammock, during the sunset, I woke up naked and full of tiredness.
Went discovered in quilt so the eager pride lives on in a orange, the absorbent house of the precision, the slender grape that is cordial and charitable.
Nothing but your parsimonious shoulder.
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