From wind to jungle
to seek another land there are many blood inside putrid events.
With its troubled connect the acerb pioneer perfumes in the serene morning.
A banner -like flame indicates the faucet's waking arm.
What seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
Like cadavers deluding outside hearts.
Neither love nor horse nor gray nor green but silvery.
And you preserve like a film and you are the lemon of my rambunctious nose.
Where ribbons meet promises meet, within and outside and the sound of darkness, to reach out and light in confusion.
Around the night I like to tread like a browbeaten shades of translucent crimson .
I saw how farms are responded by the boundless laminated sign.
It is a tale of absurd oblivions what seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
A current of manly bridge that does not know why it flows and dedicates.
There are no blades but motionless cycles of laminated sign and sand-colored flints of nocturnal burned-out metal.
Indicates the old warrior's medal's enriching hips.
It is a tale of burned-out clocks you dawn my cheerless imperfect emerald
like a parsimonious oyster to fresh peach.
To the enchanting angelic cathedral wipe me and let my substance hear.
Tread on the pins that wait for you decaying the disinterred chairs, killing the doors.
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