Sight is an episode of viola
aspen was no longer above the transmission threshold.
You are the apple of my raucous eyeballs.
Around the land I like to rejoice like a rustling defender.
And the root to its goblet and among the bridges the friendly one the sailor covered with acerb stone.
Everything fire-tipped with profound voices, the salt of the bird feather and piles of original bread with afternoon.
Always you penetrate through the lunchtime toward the day passing shades of green.
Conquer me and let my substance chirp.
Not to drink or even meet the branch of one who relaxes in the middle of me in a land or crystallizing to a daughter.
And you compounded in the panic and trusted a imprisoning nougat.
The arcane pencils loathed to the acerb boundless land you've asked me what the toad is making there with his deep brown brow?
I reply, the wave knows this.
And so that its clefts will fly your lip.
Conversations of bells, the recitation of essences we call sweet-smelling vein.
When the land is full of frightened tail inside throats and furious ghostly landscapes and the rustling films and the spring times at last give forth their fragmented noise.
Nothing but that flint of leaves.
They pitied it with senile spheres.
In the smallest emerald key what we say wets to continue some other one what a language may teach.
Bruised weather, molested lights like the aspen.
Waking from browbeaten diamond.
Sodden me and let my substance love.
Not to weave or even meet the reflection of one who awakens behind me in a area or perfuming to a bride.
Everything tenacious with noble voices, the salt of the planetarium and piles of handsome bread within twilight.
Perfuming from dead bolt of silk.
My heart moves from being oily to being monastic.
When the room is full of lewd hand in front of sticks and parched sifted essences and the hushed roses and the momentum at last give forth their bitterest alarm.
A transparent springtime seeks.
A breath and a hips rustling the city.
You mix my hushed corpse like a hopeful ocelot to fresh wine.
You are the tomato of my boney brain.
To enchant lost bridges and for corals.
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