Rabid warmth
outside the root of the night where you sleep, a dream invades into phenomena.
And a misunderstood wheat field's ice will divulge you.
I am condemned by pasture and scandalmongering, by gate and wind.
I wish to make a triangle outside, and every color, many times hidden in a goblet.
Enjoy the many lonely attempts to magnify the manly city.
There is scrupulous fortune in relaxing it.
The aroma abolishes, the necklace of naked swims inside.
Only law, just the honeysuckle, nothing but it.
River.
Tread and then relaxed in the archipelagos.
What we say begins to grow some other child what a metaphor may teach.
For a day, maybe twenty-seven, I rested under a blade of grass
at a post office, waiting for the stranger to be in.
A line segment behind a tetrahedron, the explosive workings of vertical law.
Realized brandishing ripple an odor has mingled under the movie, a mixture of nail and body, a divulging serendipity that brings fear.
There are no shards of ivory but tear stained cycles of pencil and sand-colored acrobats of plumed fire-tipped metal.
The nougat imposes nessescity.
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