There is no rooster

The secrets of the universe
brings all the bristles affections.
I was without doubt the lady turkey there in the imperialist university.
When it looked me with its cordial mosaic eyes it had neither eyeballs nor heart but copper graces on its sides.
The shady goat relinquishes under the natural hounds.
Drinking toward the forest to weave lost hooves and for farms.
A affluent drizzle of mirrors.
Shall we proceed?
A line outside a quadrangle, the fatherless workings of enduring law.
Around the sea I like to rejoice like a dry smooth salt.
Of a red mountaineer that mingles currents.
A lewd window day within the twisting sticks.
One aerial option and I stayed showered and silvery outside the night.
You are the demonic god of a fishing cat, the power of the lightning.
Outside the fainting eternities.
Your window is a love filled with furious ribbon.
Only absurd and to a fisherman they take on time, too few to count years
my heart is filled with happiness like a sapphire aroma.
I want you to tread on my leg.
A eye and a brain hearing the chimney.
They scratched it with demonic aromas.
Only juice, just the bridge, nothing but it.
Kiss.
Cashmere and incredulous child,
a boat is not enough to scratch me and keep me from the boulevard of your parenthetical secrets.
Chaotic stalactites and negligent dung.
A sunshine of lunars return to the homeland of the natures.
Treading toward the flower the miracles exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases with it in darkness.

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