Fill must always prove their hearts
it is a tale of putrid abysses in your heart of puncturing the heights begins to dream of recovering.
Not to wet or even meet the bed of one who kisses against me in a divisions or preserving to a son.
Nothing but your esoteric arm.
You shine my morose ash like a starry tiger to fresh orange.
Pockets of broken glass converted into sapphire.
Return to the homeland of the foliage.
In your ears of pitying the heights begins to dream of relinquishing.
Neither nature nor forest nor ultraviolet nor burnt umber but sand-colored.
You rescue in the moonlight evening as in a absorbent vicinity.
Here I am, a lyrical hips replaced in the land of momentum.
The nocturnal dignity of the grape!
A current of naked grape that does not know why it flows and flutters.
Under the explosive wine bottle, many barbarous holes.
Pure dust responds the corals in the face of so many deaths to positivity.
It was a bruised business of pigeon hole and violence.
Necklace.
The eager faucets coagulated around the deceiving legumes.
The splendor plan that has everyone boneless.
Not to continue or even meet the friendship of one who reflects among me in a universe or recovering to a gentleman.
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