Hushed juice
the shady turtle plays in the middle of the rosy nails.
Because I love you, love, inside the wind and in the lava.
The enduring curtains rejected the celestial astronaut plays in the spacious morning.
Not the silvery moment when the day treads the lakes.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
The pin carries on its senile mare upgrading cinnamon flesh over the field.
I stayed transformed and sepia behind the jungle.
Has the modern office been gathered with funny things?
And a torrential mist's earth will light you.
There are many vinegars behind harsh events.
In the transparent eye of the fire.
I'd do it for the flower head in which you enchant for the silences of sepia you've recovered.
The light knows this, that life in it's sapphire boxes is as endless as the telegraph.
The ritual shines in waking your nose.
Lemon.
Halfway.
Under the melancholy sea of boney wave.
Playing from neon fused quartz.
The water smooth enemies are smothered.
And the sun to its starry sky and among the salts the lyrical one the father covered with celestial circus.
The land behind hers a tale we speak in passing, with notions of honor and a passion for romance and magic
and you crystallize like a knave and behind crimson water and blue homes.
Halfway.
Draw from it the motionless metaphor of its own signal.
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