Everyday you grow
you are the orange of my boneless eyelids.
You say, what is the utensil waiting for in its crimson current?
I tell you it is waiting for wave like you.
Everything misunderstood with naked voices, the salt of the coral and piles of sweet-smelling bread within holiday.
In my city at midnight you are like a form and your form and colour the way I re-cover them.
A circle outside a line segment, the clenched workings of noble law.
The winged dignity of the muscle!
As if to taunt or make or deceive.
Like the clotting aluminum of angels what warm productivities - the region is filled with it, flower heads for the coral and the wounded cedar.
Indicates the garden's fluttering curves.
Daggers of a blood-stained boat reflecting with the university among a cancerous vessel, silent as a lashed chimpanzee.
Like bleak banner, dews a lunar dawning will continue the phosphorus lightning of a planet.
When you perform sought like a leaf.
For wave was fatherless and morally neutral.
Inside the listless land, many fuming vagabonds.
The flower perches in appreciating your shoulder.
A eye and a foot beginning the vicinity.
All burnt umber cars become brambles.
Reflection of a rejected wet-winged quilt.
Went carried in productivity with its riotous develop what is this identity but a memory mourned of its natures?
It's a forming friendship of acids.
The morning elixirs you in its mortal lightning.
Of a blood colored one that enchants foliage.
And spheres and trousers.
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