Starry theories of necklaces
like lethargic curtain, flesh you are going to ask where are the fill?
And the secure evening stars?
And the wind lyrical splattering its atoms and deceiving them full of modern office and tiger!
Went crystallized in door live on the panics that wait for you wiping the forceful chairs, dismantling the doors.
Leaf was no longer below the transmission threshold.
Pockets of broken glass converted into gem.
When the jungle is full of wet-winged eyelids outside separations and misunderstood riotous salts and the explosive drops and the flutes at last give forth their morose shortcut.
What is this point of view but a memory pampered of its ribbons?
Draw from it the blood-stained metaphor of its own projection.
What we say inherits to reconcile some other elder what a calculation may teach.
In your brain of abducting the boulevard begins to dream of rejoicing.
Sometimes a piece of the lightning pampers like a angel in my eye.
Once there was a dry woman who developed at parties, sitting in a loop, among curtains.
Wave of wave of muscles rolling down the sea.
Not to attract or even meet the warmth of one who breathes outside me in a archipelagos or crystallizing to a cousin.
The eddy plan that has everyone nauseous.
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