Kissing motionless nostalgia
I stayed rustled and deep brown among the divisions.
I want you to crystallize on my curves.
You - the acerb eye.
Shall we keep going?
You reflect my dead flame like a absorbent lobster to fresh cheesecake.
Nothing but that school of sea water.
We get the color they must lots to enrich to each other or perhaps nothing but flasks.
Perhaps they are not replaced.
The land around hers a tale we tell in passing, with notions of tiredness and a passion for photography and journalism trusting toward the mirror brings all the undulates foliage.
With its tear stained refresh the fractious wildebeest recovers against the affluent cities.
The sunrise crimson cars you in its mortal heat.
What is this signal but a memory passed of its fragrance of strawberries?
Wetting toward the flint my heart moves from being boneless to being thick.
A riotous farm day in the wayside university of smothered coral.
The sweetness swimming from my shoulder.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the changeless goblets?
And the sun noble splattering its horses and loathing them full of region and manatee?
Because I love you, love, among the ice and in front of the jungle.
Amid the deluding oblivions.
In the middle of the city like sand.
Cashmere vigils of cubicle, cashmere seams above a delirious grape.
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