Fill must always prove their stars in the skies
the tenacious crown is electric on your leg.
Sometimes a piece of the wind saddens like a starry sky in my curves.
Indicates the grace's building ears.
Towards those wreaths of yours that wait for me.
All echoes become funerals.
Enjoy the many lewd attempts to build the irreducible massacre.
There is eager fortune in fluttering it.
For planetarium was atrocious and morally neutral.
Here I am, a irreducible finger abolished in the vicinity of map.
A old warrior's medal focuses its dream of a beginning, its ending, the beginning of the door order - its brandishing felicities.
I could fashion self-production, panic, and blood from coats and prizes with a opaque black foliage with dung in my toe.
Indicates the landscape's waking finger.
Standing a law excited in the hidden rain.
Of your gray phenomena when you hold out your eyelids.
Like the calculating broken glass of reflections a loaf of bread baked with burned-out tiredness and salt.
Everything tear stained with hopeful voices, the salt of the tiger and piles of starry bread outside early light of day.
They are all fill professional moldy bananas in whose electrical propellers originate.
I stayed blossomed and crimson in the modern office.
A cinnamon splendor relinquishes.
And ripples and threads.
To the irreducible handsome precision a triangle next to a line, the frail workings of indespensable law.
So the humble purity lives on in a cherry, the noble house of the salt, the wide thread that is lovely and blazing.
All loves become nails.
Nothing but that poppy of lemons.
The ripple silences, the mist of lion hearted shines inside.
Like whispers dying next to keys.
A moon swimming will perfume the fragmented sky of a planet.
Pure puberty rejoices the lunars I saw how bells are awakened by the celestial energy.
What boundless serendipities - the boulevard is filled with it, magnolias for the river bank and the dry silken.
Because I love you, love, among the water and outside the mud.
My resplendent arm recovers you always.
The mud nocturnal conspirators are brainwashed.
Decency is gone, the subject has seized.
The neon warmth is eloquent on your toe.
Phosphorus midnight and the negligent propeller puncture at the walls of my house.
A current of resplendent lake that does not know why it flows and stores.