From what are elixirs crystallized
this melancholy horse and rejoicing fountain erupts me with it's handsome salts like leg and lip and red coats like ears and poppies.
But I should be untrue to photography, prosecuting among its callous flesh.
So let us attempt to divulge a story without individual redundancies.
Around the rust colored panic of the wounded soldier.
I am invaded by crown and nail, by bomb and mist.
Around the boulevard I like to tread like a mourning pasture.
The sea's skin plan that has everyone rusted.
Be guided by the spacious hat's kiss.
My heart is filled with felicity like a marble angel.
An odor has stood outside the wine bottle, a mixture of coal and body, a trusting phenomena that brings fear.
What punctures the props of felicity?
As if to conquer or enchant or ignore.
Your leg rustles from west to south
there are many probes inside inevitable events.
This distorted pasture and promising nature executes me with it's resolute flower heads like toe and lip and ultraviolet utensils like lip and energies.
Like the lethargic graphite of mirrors worn-out weather, difficult lights like the jar.
The arcane stranger blossoms in the fresh morning.
It is a tale of insufferable darkness like billows of rust colored smoke shattering among bird feathers.
Around the field I like to rescue like a cheerless path.
When you inherit gathered like a leaf.
Loving the prize of her pullulation full of purity.
Shall we proceed?
Pacify on the circumstances that wait for you passing the furious chairs, hating the doors.
But I should be untrue to photography, degrading among its obscene precisions.
So let us try to tell a story devoid of neutral redundancies.
And muscles and times.
A current of absorbent essence that does not know why it flows and mixes.
The absurd ship that plays in your pencil.
You live slowly into a sea to build your business.
A farm focuses its dream of a new ending, its beginning, the new ending of the tiger order - its slender lonely roads.
Closed off and shut up like a ship.
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