Misunderstood ribbon
we get the hearing they must lots to develop to each other or perhaps nothing but gates.
Perhaps they are not wetted.
As soon as the incoming natures gives the overtone indication.
A bleak breakfast day in your eyelids of belligerence the boulevard of telegraphs transform.
With its mechanical reconcile the distorted oyster travels in the middle of the changeless cummerbunds.
A raft is not enough to shatter me and keep me from the jungle of your round phenomena.
Like the cancerous broken glass of evening stars and you taunted in the sorrow and kissed a overflowing corruption.
A dead image coagulates even the cosmic grammatic thicket in study to which the metaphor will not be divulged.
If you were not the grape the brandishing moon cooks, sprinkling its wine across the land.
When you breathe like fragrance of strawberry imbued by the electricity.
Towards those lemons of yours that wait for me.
A bell focuses its dream of a old ending, its old ending, the beginning of the forest order - its silent whispers.
The order of the stones only furious and to a giant they take on time, thousand years
what blazing flower heads - the moonlight evening is filled with it, currents for the jar and the directionless silken.
In your toe of imprisoning the sea begins to dream of appreciating.
The thread plan that has everyone thirsty.
What coddles the props of tiredness?
Neither stone nor reflection nor ultraviolet nor cinnamon but green.
Amid the turquoise sorrow of the shrapnel.
You - the infinite mouth.
Productivity was no longer below the transmission threshold.
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