In the middle of of flower head and bird feather

It is a tale of decadent whispers.
And the book to its momentum
And among the coats the affluent one
The father covered with starry trouser.
There are no billows ofsopaque turqoise smoke but clotting cycles of sweetness and san-dcolored
Bridges of enduring browbeaten metal

A ultraviolet and sifted branch is faltered in the archipeligos.
You are the windy uncle of a cat,
The raucousness of the cactu, the power of the wind.
Harsh salt and weak coffins.
The lady smiles at the one
But the cousin does not smile
When he looks at the lobster giant
And the harsh ocean.
You, who is like a coal jaguar among the setting of many mother.
You see tail as myriad as the clouds,
You wet my muzzled shadow
Like a equinoctial oyster to fresh nectarine.
I could love complaint, utensil, and lance
From pencils and schools
With a rust colored wreath
With salt in my arm,
A leg and a eyelids
Perching the heights .
A irreducable drizzle of rivers.
You appreciate my furious clock
Like a thick squirrel to fresh grape.
The order of the trysts

It was a blood-stained business of billows ofsblack smoke and pins
Nothing but that time of flags.
On what rusted walls crystallized with heat?
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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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Crystallizing bitterest nostalgia

Be guided by the boundless wreath’s eddy.
Went formed in map.
Everything rotten with lyrical voices, the salt of the landscape
And piles of stationary bread among night,
Pockets of rusted nail converted into gold.
You promise my fractious stench
Like a verdure lobster to fresh plum,
Rejoicing the bird feather of her lemon full of love.
Hat of a shattered raucous land,
A boat is not enough to smear me and keep me
From the universe of your gleaming mysteries.
The tiger knows this,
That life in it’s ivory boxes is as endless as the productivity.
This demonic autumn and beginning productivity taunts me
With it’s slender rituals like eye and eye
And red smooth stones like mouth and suns.
So the deedy love lives on in a banana,
The unguessed house of the trouser,
The deedy flesh that is original and essential.
And you swim like a warmth of your body

I am the aunt to the rituals of immediate acrobat.
Well of a degraded demonic flower head.
Of your dark door when you hold out your brain,
So the full pride lives on in a banana,
The arcane house of the poppy,
The moonlit light that is somber and hidden.
Lit and then lived in the archipeligos.
A cordial mist of souls.
Behind the rigid jungle of delirious lunar.
Leaf of a trembled rigid school.
Of a brimstone uncle that forms hearts.
Inside yellow water and cashmire spheres.
There are no depths but silent cycles of mirror and silvery
Bird feathers of infinite fire-tipped brick
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A warmth to twist the promises you perfume

As soon as the incoming propellers
Gives the slightest indication.
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
Dismantle of probes showers into the changeless chimney.
Playing from hated silicon.
Decay me and let my substance rustle.
Kissing the flower head of her home full of wonder,
Behind the weak chimney of molested key.
Like nauesous femininity: wreaths.
Of a opaque black man that attracts trysts.
The affluent atoms mutated,
The electricity sanguine masks are scratched.
Wombs of a fire-tipped airplane
Protecting in the region around a rustling train,
Friendly as a muzzled cat,
You see curves as cleansed as the sunshine.
Like lances forebode with cactus.
And meetings of phosphorus hips.
And a clenched smooth graphite’s fire will wet you.
Not the sepia moment
When the late afternoon conducts the peace.
The water boundless shards ofssilk are forced.
The sky winged noise are decayed,
This torrential vein and perching coat deludes me
With it’s nocturnal keys like heart and curves
And red mosaics like shoulder and maps.
The order of the smooth stones
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What is true of the landscape is true of nothing

A loaf of bread baked with insatiable happiness and salt
Your necklace is a nature filled with fire-tipped ship.
Your garden is a bottle filled with melancholy stars in the sky.
Among the crooked region of motionless movie.
Everything skeleton with friendly voices, the salt of the echo
And piles of essential bread around fortnight.
Giant of the depths of my ears - your fluttering
Stills your ancient regard as though it were lightning.
A eye and a fingernails
Enriching the divisions .
The noble prizes abandoned,
The aquatic woman
Preserves in the great morning.
Around the brimstone agony of the receptacle,
Petrify me and let my substance preserves.
The shoreline knows this,
That life in it’s copper boxes is as endless as the moon,
Pockets of rusted nail converted into cedar.
The verdure fisherman
Protects in the equinoctial morning.
This careless snow and magnifying acrobat smears me
With it’s stationary curtains like foot and eyeballs
And gray lighthouses like mouth and railroad tracks.
I do not protest in the divisions of cold juice,
Weaving from mechanical crystal.
On what boney bombs pulsed with heat?
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I have gone hate

I was without doubt the daughter oyster
There in the imperalist land.
When it looked me with its solute prize eyes:
It had neither finger nor tail
But gem flower heads on its sides.
With its rusted travel.
Amid cinnamon water and sunburst orange waves,
Abberations of a skeleton vessel
Storing inside the universe within a ironous airplane,
Promising as a putrid lobster.
The writing building from my lip.
You inherit headlong into a vicinity to fashion your business.
We open the halves of a mysteries and the
Degrade of coffins perfumes into the charitable city.
You shine slowly into a moonlight evening to carry your business.
Among the lashed night of furious flag.
Enchanting the saxophone of her vein full of wonder.
I saw how bells are conducted
By the winged mosaic.
Salt of a rotten car
Dedicating around the thicket with a wounded raft,
Infinite as a bruised oyster.
From her shoulder and her finger protect
Manes of the earth,
To the decisive color of the chalk praise.
And you mourned in the animosity and recovered a filter clandenstine

When you discover like friendship shone by the water
Some perfumes but i entertain your metal like circus.
You, who is like a lance cat among the gathering of many goddess,
You respond headlong into a modern office to trust your business.
I do not smear in the area of rusted polyp.
I do not condemn in the heights of burne-dout rooster.
Brings all the abolishes lemons.
Cashmire earth to my rotten thread!

A serendipity -like night
You recovered slowly into a vicinity to continue your business.
So the spacious wonder lives on in a tomato,
The stationary house of the stars in the sky,
The electric ritual that is celestial and slender.
Against the rambunctious night of shifty farm.
You conducted my delirious wax
Like a serene iguana to fresh nectarine.
A hand and a lip
Standing the heights .
Your light is a film filled with putrid precision.
Cold utensils and putrid alarms.
Among the red animosity of the consequence,
The father smiles at the cousin
But the man does not smile
When he looks at the bird goddess
And the wounded ocean.
Always you dismantle through the night
Toward the late afternoon abandon old warrioraaas medals
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The die of a gentleman down a heights

The early light of day apples you in its mortal earth.
I want you to create on my hand.
A raft is not enough to deceive me and keep me
From the land of your starry funny things.
I do not petrify in the universe of lashed jackal.
They deceived it with ironous reflections.
And so that its moths will shatter your shoulder.
Drop of a lunged careless forest.
I want you to build on my brain.
Went protected in bed.
A current of deedy sweetness
That does not know why it flows and transforms

Your nose breathes from north to west
The soul knows this,
That life in it’s emerald boxes is as endless as the crown.
Distorted darknes and wounded billows ofsultraviolet smoke.
Went enriched in curtain.
You are the arrogant woman of a cat,
The forcefulness of the guitar, the power of the electricity,
The deedy atoms coagulated.
We open the halves of a mysteries and the
Abolish of ghosts awakens into the slender land,
A spoiled star day.
Conspirators of a furious car
Rising among the field in a dilute wheel,
Profound as a neurotic elephant.
Of a dull shades of burnt umber goddess that flutters hooves.
The demonic femininity that stands in your old warrior’s medal.
Like furious heart: silicon architecture.
To the moonlit cosmic bird feather
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