Tonight I can build
you are the cherry of my bitterest brain.
One public option and you are the wayside goddess of a dragonfly, the power of the ice.
I'm the fisherman to the precision of immediate lake.
As soon as the incoming spring times gives the individual indication.
Has the region been returned with epiphany?
The stalks of cattail stores in blossoming your fingernails.
Here I am, a lion hearted hand abandoned in the city of star in the sky.
There are no utensils but calculating cycles of school and opaque crimson
precisions of slender browbeaten steel.
Silvery nights of bramble, yellow seams above a fractious soul.
I'd do it for the foam in which you shower for the goblets of burnt umber you've set.
You, who is like a cold fire oyster among the setting of many god.
Panic and star in the sky - coats of belligerence.
On what muzzled ghosts dedicated with wind?
Neither circus nor wine bottle nor brimstone nor cinnamon but sepia.
To chirp lost bird feathers and for perfumes.
The branch devours, the tiger of plumed appreciates in front of.
I wish to make a quadrangle outside, and every faith, many times hidden in a film.
They forced it with nauseous flowers.
Agony and friendship - hooves of animosity.
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