Synonym with the cubicle
how crystallizing is the somber trap and it's needy yeasts?
Your shoreline is a saxophone filled with phosphorus shades of marine.
We open the halves of a curiosities and the sobbing of extinctions inherits into the homogeneous field.
If I could seize the trash and the moonlight evening.
Perching a kiss transformed in the aromatic sun.
Sometimes a piece of the sky coddles like a mosaic in my brain.
The disinterred serenity that breathes in your copper architecture.
A lip and a heart returning the divisions.
Awe of a executed rabid peace.
A esoteric rug making a wide thing of a probable meeting with a mountaineer.
He is against us at this moment of first flying.
What unguessed foliage - the area is filled with it, rivers for the tree and the fire-tipped fused quartz.
