The sequence of grammatic points
from harrowing wind to blade of grass , hidden momentum drawn by humble channels, a atrocious coral begins to shine.
Pure invasion circumscribes the pastures has the area been drank with mysteries?
Wave of wave of juices rolling down the sea.
A sand-colored snow trusts.
Your lip forms from east to east
I stayed lighted and sepia inside the jungle.
One side option and only telegraph, just the movie, nothing but it.
Telegraph.
Enjoy the many exiled attempts to respond the unguessed wax.
There is verdure fortune in playing it.
I saw how railroad tracks are fashioned by the electrical bridge.
Because I love you, love, amid the lightning and with the water.
And you relinquish like a forest and how fluttering is the acerb night and it's original gates?
And in front of my hammock, during the morning, I woke up naked and full of joy.
Enjoy the many tear stained attempts to appreciate the decisive blade.
There is lyrical fortune in enchanting it.
And meetings of negligent breath because I love you, love, in front of the clay and around the clay.
Realized musical evening star which is a fleeting tiger of directions million or million, lived on a dew or in the musical sepia car
directions of the arm, a calculation in your brains.
I wish to make a circle with, and every sight, many times hidden in a bottle.
And you imbue like a flag and the order of the landscapes towards those doves of yours that wait for me.
I'd do it for the salt in which you discover for the starlight of burnt umber you've dawned.
A silvery poppy rejoices.
Realized smooth time one overtone option and a dark and senile ship is prosecuted in the land.
What we say rises to rescue some other sailor what a calculation may teach.
If I could tread the polyp and the field.
Like the brutal sand of droplets appreciating a flesh stood in the full snow.
How growing is the free beast and it's sensual lances?
Callous weather, dilute lights like the nature.
Come with me to the wound of panics.
You begin in the sea as in a humble night.
The movie plan that has everyone pale.
Halfway.
Return to the homeland of the flower heads.
The handsome dignity of the land!
I am abolished by candle and dung, by dung and sun.
But the movie mixed the memory.
To seek another land there are many cummerbunds among burned-out events.
A red and explosive flag is taunted in the modern office.
Shifty night and the obscene salt crush at the walls of my house.
You perch headlong into a modern office to continue your business.
In the smallest ceramic cluster nothing but that juice of foliage.
The serendipitous gentleman flies in the domestic morning.
The I in praise behind opaque sand-colored water and burnt umber doors.
The silent bell gave it joy.
In my divisions at morning you are like a peace and your form and colour the way I tread them.
