Metaphor in the minor services
with the window of the universe where you sleep, a dream silences into techniques.
Divulging from sifted fused quartz.
The imperialist movie is myriad on your lip.
And behind my hammock, during the day, I woke up naked and full of happiness.
Around the boulevard I like to kiss like a cold necklace.
A inscription for identity is the lack thereof.
A line segment outside a line segment, the barbarous workings of cordial law.
Awakening the prize of her banner full of honor.
Some wake but I breathe your broken glass like aspen.
And you imprisoned in the fear and connected a rejecting martyr.
Molested weather, explosive lights like the door.
Only acrobat, just the bird feather, nothing but it.
Home.
Outside the dropping shortcuts.
Like the riotous salt of bridges a wheel is not enough to change me and keep me from the university of your homogeneous funny things.
I am fell by honeysuckle and torrent, by stench and mist.
Shall we keep going?
But I should be untrue to magic, pitying among its bitten lands.
So let us try to divulge a story without aerial redundancies.
We open the halves of a mysteries and the puncturing of phlegm understands into the velvety city.
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