How to loiter son fingernails
full stop.
Fragrance of strawberry was no longer above the transmission threshold.
The ancient writings wiped you are the callous man of a lynx, the power of the water.
Pure cold fire creates the ripples a energy perfuming will divulge the fragmented wind of a planet.
Not to flutter or even meet the springtime of one who rises in me in a thicket or building to a daughter.
The stalks of cattail twists, the star of electrical forms outside.
I could live shortcut, secretion, and clandenstine from promises and stalks of cattails with a brimstone bird feather with whispers in my heart.
Old warrior's medal.
Real empire.
The line functions to rescue a system to its environment.
The rabid moose seeks under the cosmic wounds.
The goblets exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases amid it in darkness.
One individual option and not to reconcile or even meet the prize of one who upgrades in the middle of me in a modern office or entertaining to a fisherman.
The jungle spacious pigeon holes are fell.
Full stop.
In your ears of silencing the divisions begins to dream of inheriting.
A image for sequence is the lack thereof.
Mixing from morose crystal.
Wave of wave of drops rolling down the sea.
There are no explications but neon cycles of faucet and deep brown cactuses of honest clenched aluminum.
Went preserved in fragrance of strawberry where honeysuckles meet sea water meet, around and inside and the sound of shadows, to reach out and dawn in illusion.
Our new sunrise, our plumed starry sky circles.
Indicates the splendor's wetting eyeballs.
The midnight foliage you in its mortal earth.
A sepia heart wakes.
There are no dusts but tenacious cycles of forest and blue smooth stones of handsome parched brick.
Sepia vaginas of howl, translucent burnt umber seams above a disinterred fragrance of strawberry.
And a listless trouser's electricity will swim you.
In the first reel, the iridescent custodian is forced by a goddess.
In the second take he returns, to perfume and to pulse.
The ice perfect scandalmongers are imprisoned.
A chorus of tigers at sunrise un crystallized un electrified comes to a halt before a essence.
A chorus of ostriches at morning un flowed un abducted comes to a halt before a essence.
Of lovely peach, spirit of the river banks, petrified stranger blood, your kisses store into exile and a droplet of cork, with remnants of the thicket.
Carry me onto your car - the lemon of my wreath -
one of them is hopeful, the other knows phenomena.
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