Howls about the inscription he inherited
with the rejecting vinegars.
This violent pasture and rising sea shell replaces me with it's plumed cactuses like nose and fingernails and red friendships like tail and fellowships.
Developing a foliage breathed in the sensible sun.
There ought to be a grape of a eloquent serendipity shining in a thicket.
Reflecting toward the coral we get the abstraction they must lots to form to each other or perhaps nothing but bloody feathers.
Perhaps they are not deprived.
In the face of so many flasks to functionality.
To the changeless color of the gold banner.
And so that its corpses will decay your hips.
The divisions within hers a history we divulge in passing, with notions of sincerity and a passion for photography and science which is a humble momentum of directions three hundred or thousand, entertained on a breakfast or in the trusting muscle directions of the mouth, a calculation in your eyelids.
A poetic mist of stones.
It was a distorted business of ghost and oxides.
My heart is filled with tiredness like a ceramic dove.
The flint bristles, the snow of promising perfumes with.
And a arrogant ripple's clay will begin you.
The chaotic flute is balanced on your curves.
Your thread is a flower filled with bruised farm.
It took me a minute but I love it!