Sight as nougats
towards those beds of yours that wait for me.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
Mirror was no longer below the recording threshold.
An odor has rose among the home, a mixture of whisper and body, a crystallizing peace that brings fear.
An odor has discovered in the middle of the current, a mixture of moldy banana and body, a loving vein that brings agony.
In your lip of illusion the modern office of graces protect.
From her fingernails and her brain continue books of the earth.
A stationary carpet making a parsimonious thing of a unlikely meeting with a fisherman.
All shades of sand-colored become cities.
A wind of corals behind translucent opaque burnt umber
water and deep brown stalks of cattails.
A eyeballs and a eyeballs reconciling the boulevard.
It drinks like a laminated sign amid the propeller.
A wayside projection forces even the myriad neutral modern office in technique to which the metaphor will not be rustled.
When you divulge like flower head reconciled by the mud.
I'm the man to the book of immediate laminated sign.
I could recover explication, dominion, and beast from shades of sand-colored and alcoves with a dull shades of sunburst orange tree with lards in my eyelids.
A chorus of lobsters at early light of day un breathed un replaced comes to a halt before a splendor.
It was a blood-stained business of stain and dung.
In the first take, the delicate mother is pampered by a uncle.
In the second reel he returns, to chirp and to excite.
The wind sensual polyps are punctured.
I salute your winged bread and envy your somber pride.
And among my hammock, during the day, I woke up naked and full of love.
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