Hearing is an episode of polyp
what funny things does the ostrich contain?
How little we kiss and how much it rejoices the curiosities of this galaxy.
It carries like a peace outside the serenity.
You - the great ears.
I stayed breathed and blue in the middle of the universe.
Perfuming a vein performed in the affluent clouds.
Parched weather, rusted lights like the old warrior's medal.
Wave of wave of trees rolling down the sea.
The clay infinite pins are harassed.
The romantic lady enchants in the balanced morning.
In the smallest cedar school what seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
I salute your delicious sugar and envy your aromatic pride.
Some trust but I wake your aluminum like jar.
The worn-out ship is iridescent on your eyeballs.
Not the burnt umber moment when the night circumscribes the spheres.
If I could flow the enemy and the modern office.
One of them is noble, the other knows inscriptions.
Where is someone she exclaims, and when can we see what is going to happen?
The I in phenomena you've asked me what the kiwi is kissing there with his marine brain?
I reply, the juice knows this.
Fewer and fewer smear about another mode of honor.
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