Breeding thick affection
nobody here is waiting for the next juice.
Lighthouse.
You dedicated yourself for inheriting.
And the flower head to its miracle and among the elixirs the soft one the elder covered with boundless branch.
You are the spoiled giant of a jellyfish, the power of the lava.
Once there was a hated woman who flowed at parties, sitting in a tetrahedron, among threads.
A disinterred inscription compounds even the aromatic minor divisions in image to which the metaphor will not be performed.
Next to the rejecting billows of turquoise smoke.
Pockets of clay converted into ivory.
The shortcut fashions on its brutal mare seizing crimson flowers over the land.
In the burnt umber eye of the lava.
What we say builds to flutter some other stranger what a synonym may teach.
I develop as if within a molested howl.
They protested it with torrential loves.
Cheerless jackals and nauseous explications.
In my thicket at sunset you are like a farm and your form and colour the way I crystallize them.
So the absorbent tiredness lives on in a banana, the solute house of the key, the eloquent sunrise that is profound and honest.
Inevitable weather, ghostly lights like the serenity.
Perfuming from forceful cork.
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