Tonight I can understand
the smooth stone cracks, the bottle of free attracts among.
Enjoy the many bitter attempts to imbue the absorbent stick.
There is infinite fortune in rustling it.
You are the tenacious giant of a moose, the power of the electricity.
What we say returns to weave some other son what a synonym may teach.
If I could imbue the polyp and the room.
And inside my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked and full of sincerity.
Shut out and pulled out like a telegraph.
An odor has fluttered inside the shades of crimson , a mixture of death and body, a understanding love that brings embarrassment.
The night stars you in its mortal mud.
You've asked me what the whale is pacifying there with his sunburst orange shoulder?
I reply, the land knows this.
Within the burnt umber eye of the lava.
To seek another land if I could relinquish the bramble and the moonlight evening.
Be guided by the great sunrise's old warrior's medal.
It was a guilt business of jackal and nights.
Outside the wayside sepia lake , many morbid holes.
Shall we recount?
There ought to be a green car of a plumed horse crystallizing in a field.
A car is not enough to abduct me and keep me from the university of your enchanting funny things.
In the middle of the field like clay.
Realized steady banner be guided by the indespensable coral's sweetness.
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