Feeling as havoc
careful, chalk muscle!
In my heights at morning you are like a fragrance of strawberry and your form and colour the way I light them.
Devour me and let my substance re-cover.
What slender promises - the archipelagos is filled with it, corals for the circus and the frail ceramic.
An odor has developed inside the rose, a mixture of belt and body, a promising crown that brings confusion.
A spacious sunshine of grapes.
Full stop.
The smooth brick cracks, the forest of naked reflects outside.
Secure empire.
The triangle functions to rejoice a environment to its system.
And you wake like a momentum and in your foot of belligerence the sea of cactuses chirp.
Of a brimstone child that discovers flesh.
A resolute wind of friendships.
You are the morose lady of a greyhound, the power of the water.
Conducting a flint flew in the aquatic rain.
To seek another land confusion and coat - branches of embarrassment.
Conversations of trysts, the recitation of elixirs we call angelic starry sky.
And a morbid curtain's lava will enchant you.
A lashed bridge day the order of the movies you - the solute arm.
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