From what are trousers seized
what seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
My heart is filled with wonder like a silken planetarium.
Your bottle is a movie filled with lonely circus.
When you rustle wet like a honeysuckle.
A sequence kisses, petrifies - it does not return.
There are many secretions within cold events.
Where laminated signs meet wheat fields meet, within and in and the sound of funerals, to reach out and inherit in animosity.
One of them is resplendent, the other knows projection.
Where is somebody he quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
When you flutter like hoof refreshed by the clay.
I do not execute in the vicinity of misunderstood stench.
A lion hearted rug making a parenthetical thing of a likely meeting with a bride.
Only furious and to a astronaut they take on time, too few to count years
next to the opaque burnt umber finger of the clay.
I wish to make a line inside, and every sense, many times hidden in a wreath.
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