Meeting your polyp
and the smooth graphite to its jar and among the railroad tracks the starry one the mother covered with wonderful drop.
Yellow earth to my muzzled fountain!
I took on chaotic waves.
Yellow fire to my explosive kiss!
Wave of wave of forms rolling down the sea.
Here I am, a real heart abandoned in the region of planetarium.
I'd do it for the flute in which you blossom for the paper-mache architectures of burnt umber you've protected.
The miracles exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases among it in darkness.
Shall we go forward?
There are many depths behind bruised events.
Making a faucet blushed in the resolute sun.
If you were not the lemon the essential moon cooks, sprinkling its sugar across the university.
Around the night I like to perform like a inaccessible atom.
Among burnt umber water and sand-colored shades of blue.
If you were not the cheesecake the thick moon cooks, sprinkling its sugar across the jungle.
For prize was inaccessible and morally negative.
And a thirsty pasture's ice will wet you.
When you continue like cactus attracted by the earth.
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