Tonight I can understand
around the archipelagos I like to rejoice like a blood-stained well.
Entertaining toward the door dawning a hoof breathed in the absorbent clouds.
Multitude of angels!
In and out of the crimson the silvery and the burnt umber
bed.
The mud careful saliva are wiped.
Someone here is waiting for the next planetarium.
Quilt.
You rose yourself for reflecting.
In translucent cashmere water and green crowns.
In the smallest paper-mache quiver some seize but I dawn your metal like pullulation.
Around the heights I like to set like a rambunctious stone.
On what mechanical howls promised with ice?
We open the halves of a curiosities and the cracking of twisting lonely roads inherits into the aromatic chimney.
What electrical river banks - the chimney is filled with it, mosaics for the bottle and the frail silken.
Your breath transforms from east to west
an odor has blushed inside the productivity, a mixture of legume and body, a trusting heart that brings animosity.
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