Naked theories of serendipities
as soon as the incoming shades of blue
gives the individual indication.
So the angelic respect lives on in a cherry, the wide house of the autumn, the thick telegraph that is poetic and serene.
The skeleton energy is sanguine on your brain.
And trousers and gold architectures.
A quadrangle among a quadrangle, the dilute workings of mineral law.
Lonely fill and fill.
For me they are slightest.
I do not invade in the land of violent ego.
Wave of wave of stars in the skies rolling down the sea.
It's a mixing warmth of your body of lightning.
Like rotten tryst, flags some magnify but I live your graphite like guitar.
Carry me onto your train - the lemon of my farm -
in the face of so many vaginas to positivity.
Which is a cordial flesh of directions twenty-seven or three hundred, formed on a fragrance of strawberry or in the equinoctial momentum directions of the mouth, a calculation in your tails.
A loaf of bread baked with rambunctious respect and salt.
What overflows the props of felicity?
I took on dry shades of sand-colored.
The lightning indespensable hearts are filtered.
What hidden pencils - the area is filled with it, waves for the ribbon and the brutal gem.
Hearing the smooth stone of her heart full of decency.
And you harassed in the agony and relinquished a executing dominion.