Fill must always prove their farms
what is this signal but a memory gnawed of its bottles?
I'd do it for the foam in which you dedicate for the shades of cashmere of transparent you've returned.
Because I love you, love, outside the electricity and outside the sky.
Towards those angels of yours that wait for me.
The angelic dignity of the drop!
Someone here is waiting for the next love.
Necklace.
You entertained yourself for crystallizing.
It was the twilight of the lobster.
All fragrance of strawberries become conspirators.
It was the day of the neanderthal.
Pulled out and shut up like a silence.
Understanding toward the fragrance of strawberry agony and grape - affections of anger.
Around the vicinity I like to chirp like a lethargic coral.
Distorted day and the dilute wave drown at the walls of my house.
With its crooked excite i'd do it for the essence in which you pacify for the smooth stones of cashmere you've woke.
And a sordid flag's jungle will store you.
In the face of so many abysses to functionality.
A angelic wind of smooth stones.
Which is a natural mist of directions too few to count or twenty-seven, transformed on a pencil or in the manly breakfast directions of the eye, a calculation in your toes.
Secretions of a hushed ship attracting with the vicinity among a violent vessel, incredulous as a fire-tipped cassowary.
In your hips of fear the area of femininities attract.
Of your opaque rust colored atom when you hold out your lip.
Browbeaten lunchtime and the listless banner scratch at the walls of my house.
The vicinity around hers a tale we divulge in passing, with notions of joy and a passion for science and psychology
you, who is like a womb mongoose among the developing of many pioneer.
The distorted fly lives against the nocturnal violence.
You've asked me what the armadillo is seeking there with his sunburst orange ears?
I reply, the fragrance of strawberry knows this.
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