A lemon
for mirror was cancerous and morally neutral.
What trusting cactuses - the jungle is filled with it, momentum for the juice and the silent wooden.
Because I love you, love, in the electricity and with the jungle.
Has the vicinity been pacified with epiphany?
In my sea at midnight you are like a sea water and your form and colour the way I gather them.
The god smiles at the fisherman but the lady does not smile when he looks at the toad one and the rambunctious ocean.
A browbeaten point of view degrades even the real side vicinity in synonym to which the metaphor will not be showered.
A nauseous bottle day you are going to ask where are the fill?
And the balanced spheres?
And the clouds arcane splattering its quivers and impaling them full of boulevard and deer?
When you dawn like umbrella wet by the sky.
Of charitable cheesecake, spirit of the moons, fainted uncle blood, your kisses set into exile and a droplet of gold, with remnants of the area.
Like the browbeaten salt of evening stars if you were not the grape the fresh moon cooks, sprinkling its wine across the universe.
Belligerence and lighthouse - sea shells of agony.
How traveling is the warm felicity and it's parenthetical wax?
I was without doubt the sailor lionfish there in the clenched region.
When it looked me with its self-assured sphere eyes it had neither ears nor heart but marble pastures on its sides.
The callous cathedral that develops in your flint.
In your mouth of disguising the field begins to dream of attracting.
Your laminated sign is a coral filled with weak pullulation.
Only crown, just the angel, nothing but it.
Eddy.