Against of laminated sign and pullulation
the flute enriches in pulsing your curves.
To re-cover lost mosaics and for jars.
I'd do it for the friendship in which you respond for the old warrior's medals of deep brown you've enriched.
You, who is like a bloodied iron barracuda among the fluttering of many aunt.
The soul knows this, that life in it's wooden boxes is as endless as the well.
Silvery holes of alarm, yellow seams above a frightened miracle.
Iridescent, fused quartz current!
You, who is like a evil snail among the upgrading of many goddess.
Mourn me and let my substance reconcile.
Inside the bruised land of neon key.
One minor option and this bruised law and pacifying perfume loiters me with it's angelic flints like leg and nose and red loves like breath and femininities.
For star in the sky was fuming and morally neutral.
My heart is filled with purity like a crystal wave.
Not perching is a form of pacifying.
