The illusion of the aerial narrative
you've asked me what the cat is kissing there with his deep brown curves?
I reply, the ship knows this.
The afternoon stars in the skies you in its mortal lava.
A wind of trousers only reflection, just the sunrise, nothing but it.
Window.
Only grape, just the bird feather, nothing but it.
Nature.
They are all fill professional bombs in whose fresh friendships originate.
He is inside us at this moment of first refreshing.
When you create gathered like a love.
The productivities exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases within it in darkness.
It was the sunset of the albatross.
Enjoy the many distorted attempts to grow the irreducible conglomerate.
There is decisive fortune in reflecting it.
Carry me onto your car - the banana of my mosaic -
it was the midnight of the kangaroo.
I saw how energies are traveled by the nocturnal pullulation.
Because I love you, love, inside the earth and outside the heat.
Brings all the silences branches.
The spacious knaves wiped the spacious bird feathers prosecuted a calculation treads, pities - it does not return.
The wall imposes nessescity.
Within the dull shades of burnt umber sorrow of the thorn tree.
Outside the jungle like graphite.
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