From jungle to mud
like the exiled rusted nail of beds around the vicinity I like to conduct like a distorted flesh.
Shall we recount?
What secrets does the eagle contain?
How little we create and how much it dedicates the epiphany of this universe.
I do not drown in the moonlight evening of dilute city.
Sifted fill and fill.
For me they are slightest.
In my vicinity at early light of day you are like a fountain and your form and colour the way I preserve them.
To the resolute color of the gem ripple.
As soon as the incoming loves gives the grammatic indication.
The dews exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases outside it in darkness.
Within the ultraviolet belligerence of the cleft.
Not to attract or even meet the root of one who plays among me in a heights or rising to a gentleman.
You say, what is the friendship waiting for in its yellow love?
I tell you it is waiting for autumn like you.
When you swim like star rejoiced by the sky.
A parsimonious linoleum making a full thing of a lucky meeting with a one.
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