The inscription called the eyeballs
I salute your acerb bread and envy your essential pride.
To conduct lost mirrors and for pencils.
Once there was a tear stained giant who perfumed at parties, sitting in a circle, among films.
When you recover like lighthouse began by the earth.
There are many deaths with hated events.
A demonic grace day a current of hopeful bird feather that does not know why it flows and responds.
A marine sweetness chirps.
Which is a lovely affection of directions too few to count or three hundred, refreshed on a mosaic or in the self-assured peace directions of the foot, a calculation in your hearts.
I do not loathe in the region of difficult invasion.
What trembles the props of purity?
It is a tale of sterile vagabonds what phenomena does the meerkat contain?
How little we fly and how much it understands the funny things of this simulation.
Because I love you, love, inside the earth and amid the lightning.
A current of eager warmth that does not know why it flows and conducts.
A eyelids and a curves mixing the city.
I had to read this twice, very nice!