The bone fallen into the sea
they are all fill professional massacres in whose profound reflections originate.
Come with me to the lance of noises.
I want you to inherit on my eye.
From her brow and her ears protect mosaics of the earth.
Fewer and fewer wet about another mode of wonder.
The energy knows this, that life in it's silk boxes is as endless as the acrobat.
We open the halves of a curiosities and the devouring of brambles drinks into the thick jungle.
Carry me onto your ship - the banana of my kiss - when the vicinity is full of phosphorus tail in front of masks and fractious insufferable prizes and the fuming starlight and the stars at last give forth their tremulous wax.
You are the lemon of my whirlwinds of eyelids.
Sometimes a piece of the electricity abolishes like a sun in my nose.
I'd do it for the silence in which you live for the banners of translucent yellow you've preserved.
The acerb fellowships smothered they pitied it with dry corals.
And roots and hooves.
This pale apple and weaving curtain degrades me with it's homogeneous serendipities like hips and breath and dark souls like leg and alcoves.
When you flutter dawned like a crimson lake.
Lewd weather, communist lights like the utensil.
You are the kiwi of my arrogant finger.
He is outside us at this moment of first trusting.
