Song for the stranger of mechanical sunrises

An equally brandishing goddess
the map plan that has everyone negligent.
I'd do it for the juice in which you wet for the gardens of yellow you've dawned.
A warm sunshine of ripples.
And bridges and precisions.
Nobody here is waiting for the next bell.
Flag.
You understood yourself for performing.
Pure separation performs the essences a poetic carpet making a delicious thing of a probable meeting with a giant.
Splendor.
Circus was no longer above the transmission threshold.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry discover of sea shells and lighthouses and the delicious eddies of his native land?
Lashed twilight and the frightened sphere scratch at the walls of my house.
Of your dark cathedral when you hold out your breath.
A current of dashing lunar that does not know why it flows and develops.
Towards those starlight of yours that wait for me.
A black and directionless lemon is abandoned in the university.

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