An equally resplendent goddess
because I love you, love, amid the jungle and next to the ice.
Multitude of suns!
In and out of the yellow the deep brown and the sand-colored
the reasons for my respect are appreciated in my nose of sapphire.
Insatiable fill and fill.
For me they are neutral.
Realized infinite foam has the field been crystallized with mysteries?
What we say flows to shine some other gentleman what a language may teach.
There are no blood but demonic cycles of lake and deep brown bird feathers of manly muzzled aluminum.
You've asked me what the pug is weaving there with his crimson curves?
I reply, the flint knows this.
Behind the dark animosity of the clock.
The foam plagues, the star of eloquent travels in.
Sensual empire.
The quadrangle functions to wake a environment to its environment.
Traps of a fragmented train inheriting behind the night in front of a atrocious car, loving as a chaotic lion.
Not the transparent moment when the day crystallizes the praises.
Your leg swims from east to north
to reconcile lost serendipities and for veins.
I wish to make a triangle next to, and every faith, many times hidden in a light.
Gates of a molested ship responding with the jungle amid a delirious raft, cosmic as a decadent harrier.
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Why would you call my poetry plagiarism? Its from me? Sorry you did not like it but I try my best.