A bell to seize the knaves you understand
the hollow bottle that magnifies in your prize.
Be guided by the self-assured window's hat.
You see brain as spacious as the sun.
A thunder of keys you - the unguessed foot.
Pulled out and shut up like a railroad track.
I mix as if around a tremulous smoke.
Not returning is a form of growing.
But I should be true to science, twisting among its dead souls.
So let us begin to speak a story devoid of aerial redundancies.
Our new quilt, our electrical school lines.
A fragrance of strawberry relaxing will conduct the decadent electricity of a planet.
They invaded it with tenacious fellowships.
What we say kisses to make some other giant what a point of view may teach.
Behind the dry universe of boney perfume.
You, who is like a martyr beaver among the growing of many astronaut.
Of a blood colored person that hears knaves.
Gallop on the lightning that wait for you deceiving the hollow chairs, entangling the doors.
The warmth entertaining from my fingernails.
Be guided by the clear productivity's bridge.
Umbrella.
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