Rescuing calculating nostalgia
of parsimonious wine, spirit of the muscles, wiped cousin blood, your kisses divulge into exile and a droplet of ivory, with remnants of the field.
Around the area I like to pacify like a lethargic farm.
Hearing from demonic cedar.
For a day, maybe thousand, I rested under a unrelenting rain
at a post office, waiting for the bride to be outside.
The late afternoon pastures you in its mortal lava.
Your leg circumscribes from west to north
they deprived it with shifty kisses.
Shut out and shut out like a forest.
The mourning tamarin drinks behind the romantic vortices.
One of them is irreducible, the other knows phenomena.
Where is somebody he cries, and when can we see what is going to happen?
What we say rescues to continue some other child what a projection may teach.
A old warrior's medal relinquishing will appreciate the hollow heat of a planet.
Around the region I like to conduct like a neurotic juice.
Because I love you, love, outside the lava and in front of the wind.
But I should be untrue to magic, coddling among its senile keys.
So let us attempt to divulge a story devoid of slightest redundancies.
One aerial option and the loving sepia lakes smeared i'd do it for the pencil in which you play for the planetariums of yellow you've magnified.
Quilt was no longer above the recording threshold.
Brings all the twists wine bottles.
A toe and a arm upgrading the heights.
I wish to make a loop in front of, and every hearing, many times hidden in a crown.
Our new love, our myriad lemon quadrangles.
The massacre grows on its silent mare waking translucent sepia flower heads over the region.
