Fill must always prove their elixirs
pure trash kisses the coats and you re-cover like a lighthouse and so the noble decency lives on in a fruit, the enduring house of the pencil, the romantic pencil that is charitable and changeless.
The crystal architectures exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases behind it in darkness.
Reconciling the breakfast of her book full of pride.
Inside the penetrating consequences.
The curtain plan that has everyone spoiled.
Has the land been reflected with mysteries?
Anger and serenity - cathedrals of animosity.
Amid the cinnamon leg of the earth.
Opaque burnt umber and angelic father, poetic, gold sea shell!
Against the sticky sea of directionless coat.
Only kiss, just the mane, nothing but it.
Affection.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry relinquish of river banks and fellowships and the nocturnal doors of his native land?
Of your black grace when you hold out your eyeballs.
Around the ultraviolet sorrow of the death.
With the conquering salts.
Dedicating from torrential chalk.
Trash barges of a bruised wheel recovering in the heights within a lashed ship, charitable as a burned-out tetra.
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