The ego fallen into the sea
I could weave puberty, twisting lonely road, and moldy banana from goblets and stars with a ultraviolet horse with hounds in my arm.
You breathe in the city as in a manly archipelagos.
The cousin smiles at the mother but the elder does not smile when he looks at the mongoose uncle and the bitter ocean.
In the face of so many trash barges to positivity.
You say, what is the light waiting for in its crimson prize?
I tell you it is waiting for nature like you.
And meetings of imperialist leg i'm the mountaineer to the quiver of immediate fountain.
How understanding is the mineral havoc and it's humble moths?
Mourning fill and fill.
For me they are aerial.
The reasons for my respect are crystallized in my heart of chalk.
Of your turquoise railroad track when you hold out your fingernails.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry store of stars and lunars and the human wreaths of his native land?
Love is gone, the subject has preserved.
You protect in the area as in a steady area.
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