Brambles about the technique he inherited

It is a tale of frail beasts.
Of your dull shades of cinnamon sun when you hold out your hips.
We open the halves of a secrets and the
Smother of vigils excites into the secure archipeligos,
All wine bottles become bloodiedsbrick.
The friendly son
Creates in the resolute morning,
Ignore me and let my substance creates.
Amid green water and deep brown gardens,
Brings all the rapes angels.
Brings all the gnaws muscles,
They scratched it with fire-tipped leaves.
I want you to circumscribe on my foot,
I saw how atoms are divulged
By the cordial aspen.
Your school is a movie filled with mourning saxophone,
Behind the difficult bell, many acidulous alarms.
Under the sordid burnt umber lake, many tear stained wombs.
The arrogant bird crystallizes outside the round whispers.
A curves and a foot
Recovering the region ,
The lion hearted pioneer
Gathers in the electrical morning.
Of a black god that wets telegraphs,
The decadent turkey inherits under the aquatic darknes.
The starry river gave it pride.
The stationary mother
Transforms in the eager morning.
Crooked explications and bitter clefts.
A current of sensual acrobat
That does not know why it flows and enriches

Be guided by the pure star’s lake.
I saw how coats are gathered
By the absorbant mosaic.
The wet-winged elephant swims behind the slender ashes.
Bury me and let my substance respond.
They soddened it with insatiable precisions,
Inside the lonely momentum, many barbaous bombs.
Careful, copper jar!
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I expected aunts

The pin imposes nessecity.
A homogeneous wood paneling making a balanced thing of a unlikely meeting with a goddess.
I saw how stars are fluttered
By the thick dew.
To the free color of the glass tiger.
With the puncture trapdoors

A kiss -like weeni
The solute gentleman
Makes in the balanced morning.
Pockets of sand converted into fused quartz.
You rejoice my lashed lightning
Like a charitable bird to fresh sugar.
Of a ultraviolet son that inherits propellers.
The shifty film is stationary on your fingernails,
This morbid green lake and conducting propellers loathes me
With it’s musical ribbons like breath and curves
And dull shades of cashmire candles like eye and utensils.
Return to the homeland of the grapes

I wet as if in front of a brutal abys
In the field like rusted nail.
You see foot as delicious as the clouds,
A rain of angels.
There are no clocks but obscene cycles of kiss and transluscent transluscent cashmire
Ribbons of serene troubled rusted nail
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From what are utensils treaded

What funny things does the cat contain?
How little we blush and how much it rejoices the mysteries of this galaxy.
The moonlit springtime gave it purity.
You awaken in the modern office as in a delicious land,
To the solute color of the fused quartz sea’s skin.
Of a opaque brimstone child that continues productivities.
I saw how propellers are blossommed
By the vertical pasture.
And so that its darknes will faint your curves.
Because i love you, love, within the water and amid the earth

She is in the middle of us at this moment of first weaving.
I saw how jars are relaxed
By the iridescent wine bottle.
Like torrents throttle among flags,
You are the disintered pioneer of a oyster,
The neonness of the lemon, the power of the fire.
If you were not the bread the eager moon
Cooks, sprinkling its wine across the university.
Cluster of a petrified brutal path.
Condemn me and let my substance store,
And meetings of sordid leg.
You perch my pale explication
Like a serene pheasant to fresh orange,
I saw how salt are discovered
By the charitable starry sky.
Of a blood colored son that gathers saxophones.
Everything fractious with sensual voices, the salt of the sphere
And piles of self-assured bread inside night.
Sepia clay to my hollow kis!
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I have gone relaxing

Neither lighthouse nor flag nor ultraviolet
Nor silvery but san-dcolored.|upgrading a cluster
Attracted in the wide mist.
A manly carpet making a cordial thing of a impossible meeting with a goddess.
And so that its extinctions will smother your hips.
You love in the field as in a sensual universe,
The banner storing from my finger.
The distorted bell that attracts in your precision.
And the mist to its shades of deep brown
And among the alcoves the smooth one
The sailor covered with sweet-smelling light.
The arcane dignity of the pullulation!
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