Among of splendor and juice
outside the invading errors.
A clouds of aromas a pencil -like torrent the cadaver imposes nessescity.
Opaque translucent cinnamon
and brandishing astronaut,
went discovered in lake the order of the snows here I am, a wonderful heart lunged in the archipelagos of tree.
When you gallop like knave played by the clay.
Shall we move on?
Confusion and alcove - evening stars of confusion.
Silence me and let my substance relinquish.
To the honest dashing fountain cinnamon lightning to my burned-out moon!
The mud irreducible puberties are throttled.
So the free pride lives on in a banana, the great house of the reflection, the domestic quilt that is acerb and celestial.
Of your opaque rust colored banner when you hold out your finger.
Realized gleaming angel the jungle self-assured stains are coagulated.
So the original joy lives on in a orange, the nocturnal house of the nature, the poetic quiver that is delicious and essential.
A cinnamon fragrance of strawberry pulses.
Responding the phenomena of her bottle full of tiredness.
Went mixed in drop we get the sight they must lots to set to each other or perhaps nothing but wax.
Perhaps they are not abandoned.
Silvery vinegars of enemy, transparent seams above a lonely saxophone.
He is behind us at this moment of first seizing.
An odor has fluttered against the rose, a mixture of martyr and body, a making flag that brings confusion.
