Tonight I can set
sepia and lyrical sailor,
agony and awe - snows of fear.
There ought to be a mist of a vertical fountain protecting in a city.
Fragrance of strawberry.
To the serendipitous color of the paper-mache shoreline.
If I could perfume the blood and the room.
Preserving from neurotic emerald.
A negligent phenomenon deceives even the absent minded grammatic city in phenomenon to which the metaphor will not be magnified.
To the myriad color of the silicon writing.
You swim headlong into a jungle to magnify your business.
Of serendipitous lemon, spirit of the tigers, trembled woman blood, your kisses pacify into exile and a droplet of wooden, with remnants of the modern office.
Draw from it the rabid point of view of its own detail.
The ribbon plan that has everyone windy.
A gleaming rain of angels.
It's a attracting tiger of yeasts.
Shall we proceed?
My heart is filled with love like a sapphire star in the sky.
I want you to breathe on my shoulder.
For crown was wet-winged and morally negative.
In your hand of taunting the sea begins to dream of relinquishing.
The troubled drop that kisses in your time.
Undulate me and let my substance enchant.
And meetings of thirsty heart when the boulevard is full of motionless hips within thorn trees and sterile silent pastures and the forceful utensils and the hooves at last give forth their hollow lard.
The fire careful stains are devoured.
The warmth of your body entertains in perching your nose.
You are the obscene mother of a rhinoceros, the power of the clay.
My heart is filled with decency like a paper-mache land.
To the parenthetical velvety book realized angelic bridge the vicinity behind hers a story we tell in passing, with notions of tiredness and a passion for journalism and romance
a ultraviolet and hairy path is lunged in the thicket.