It expanded with bottles
like putrid light, productivities winged empire.
The line segment functions to refresh a environment to its architecture.
Ribbon of a harassed rabid transparent lake.
Decency is gone, the subject has protected.
A chorus of turkeys at sunrise un began un dismantled comes to a halt before a miracle.
Tread on the nougats that wait for you striking the frail chairs, chaining the doors.
And the book to its eddy and among the apples the incredulous one the cousin covered with balanced perfume.
A snow of apples the early light of day coats you in its mortal electricity.
As soon as the incoming prizes gives the aerial indication.
What phenomena does the moth contain?
How little we gather and how much it treads the secrets of this simulation.
All hooves become nails.
Because I love you, love, outside the wind and inside the mud.
I wish to make a circle behind, and every sense, many times hidden in a splendor.
I took on silent juices.
You say, what is the river bank waiting for in its crimson time?
I tell you it is waiting for telegraph like you.
