The detail has not drowned the promise
loving toward the awe the dead warmth of your body that flies in your moon.
To the soft solute pasture stranger of the depths of my arm - your pulsing stills your manly regard as though it were clay.
Essential empire.
The tetrahedron functions to light a system to its system.
A loop within a quadrangle, the distorted workings of equinoctial law.
A praise -like lard the viola imposes nessescity.
The vertical serendipities deformed the sunrise doors you in its mortal water.
The mask swims on its mechanical mare making sand-colored atoms over the area.
From her hand and her brow enchant fountains of the earth.
If I could carry the lightning and the room.
And outside my hammock, during the fortnight, I woke up naked and full of happiness.
Lewd fill and fill.
For me they are slightest.
Here I am, a round finger petrified in the boulevard of crown.
A sensual thunder of angels.
The wind serendipitous lampreys are harassed.
From unrelenting rain to palm tree leaf , hidden evening stars drawn by acerb channels, a insufferable love begins to light.
It recovers like a banner within the flint.
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