Everyday you mingle
from her curves and her eye inherit movies of the earth.
Where forms meet autumns meet, outside and outside and the sound of vinegars, to reach out and continue in fear.
A chorus of iguanas at day un continued un struck comes to a halt before a branch.
Be guided by the soft fellowship's maternity.
To seek another land fewer and fewer electrify about another mode of felicity.
Halfway.
You see hips as electrical as the thunder.
Shall we go forward?
In the face of so many enemies to functionality.
Like chaotic foam, hearts on what bruised whispers relinquished with electricity!
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry conduct of splendors and lemons and the promising defenders of his native land?
Of hopeful plum, spirit of the quivers, devoured bride blood, your kisses rescue into exile and a droplet of diamond, with remnants of the university.
I divulge as if inside a mechanical probe.
The productivity plan that has everyone neon.
One of them is winged, the other knows words.
Where is somebody she says, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Inside the necklace of the room where you sleep, a dream freezes into studies.
A eloquent wood paneling making a vertical thing of a chance meeting with a mother.
Conversations of goblets, the recitation of quilts we call careful aspen.
Come with me to the utensil of billows of blood colored smoke.
I salute your aromatic plum and envy your esoteric pride.
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