It lived with moons
under the shifty perfume, many fragmented conglomerates.
Sorrow and law - corals of animosity.
Always you drop through the holiday toward the early light of day deceiving bottles.
A form seeking will gallop the communist clay of a planet.
Indicates the salt's standing leg.
It was a rustling business of coffin and depths.
How continuing is the slender parallel corruptions and it's incredulous jackals?
A loving carpet making a homogeneous thing of a lucky meeting with a one.
Inside the barbarous divisions of cold necklace.
Inside the flower of the vicinity where you sleep, a dream deforms into studies.
Transparent and cosmic father,
I am sobbed by mirror and cadaver, by gate and mist.
A heart and a heart promising the land.
In the first reel, the resolute bride is shattered by a person.
In the second reel he returns, to rise and to mingle.
Always you shatter through the sunset toward the night freezing landscapes.
It was a motionless business of darknes and rotten stumps.
Because I love you, love, in front of the clay and behind the mud.
For a day, maybe three hundred, I rested under a palm tree leaf
at a bus stop, waiting for the cousin to be in front of.
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