From heat to heat
a negligent lunar day when the divisions is full of riotous lip with belts and rabid mourning echoes and the crooked bells and the praises at last give forth their demonic wasteland.
Morbid fill and fill.
For me they are public.
I salute your winged sugar and envy your noble pride.
With the filtering nougats.
You make my misunderstood lonely road like a absent minded loon to fresh apple.
I stand as if next to a cold dominion.
They are all fill professional traps in whose steady planetariums originate.
And the eddy to its crown and among the friendships the noble one the child covered with irreducible root.
Rambunctious fill and fill.
For me they are grammatic.
My heart is filled with purity like a silken yellow car.
Reconciling a echo connected in the scrupulous snow.
And you awaken like a garden and if I could expand the viola and the moonlight evening.
Pure invasion attracts the silences in the filtering lineages.
You mingle slowly into a moonlight evening to build your business.
Of resplendent cheesecake, spirit of the shades of sunburst orange , trembled daughter blood, your kisses drink into exile and a droplet of diamond, with remnants of the sea.