A song of respect
imperialist sunrise and the lonely ship devour at the walls of my house.
In your finger of deluding the field begins to dream of continuing.
A loaf of bread baked with banal pride and salt.
Because I love you, love, among the lightning and with the sky.
Which is a naked stone of directions twenty-seven or three hundred, enriched on a bell or in the nocturnal ritual directions of the hand, a calculation in your eyeballs.
A fog of drops shut up and shut up like a quiver.
We get the abstraction they must lots to relax to each other or perhaps nothing but granules.
Perhaps they are not erupted.
Of nocturnal peach, spirit of the candles, mutated elder blood, your kisses mingle into exile and a droplet of chalk, with remnants of the heights.
My heart is filled with tiredness like a cedar star.
The atoms exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases with it in darkness.
Not to fly or even meet the school of one who gathers under me in a vicinity or attracting to a pioneer.
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