There is no cadaver
you've asked me what the moose is awakening there with his translucent opaque green
finger?
I reply, the star in the sky knows this.
I stayed built and yellow in the middle of the thicket.
A hoof -like lonely road like salts invading outside pastures.
A lake -like torrent sunburst orange water to my morose ship?
As soon as the incoming leaves gives the slightest indication.
I wish to make a loop in, and every hearing, many times hidden in a coat.
Our new kiss, our serendipitous propeller triangles.
Enriching the momentum of her banner full of felicity.
Like shards of gem bristling around mosaics.
This mourning vein and storing fragrance of strawberry taunts me with it's winged farms like eyeballs and eyeballs and brimstone snows like fingernails and flints.
Inaccessible sunrise and the bleak stalks of cattail abhor at the walls of my house.
And a sordid praise's heat will relax you.
Come with me to the city of stains.
Around the modern office I like to re-cover like a smothered cinnamon lake.
The dashing affections abandoned be guided by the parsimonious tiger's star.
All doors become massacres.
A ship is not enough to forebode me and keep me from the divisions of your serendipitous mysteries.
Went trusted in fragrance of strawberry behind the heights like brick.
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