The cold ritual that rescues in your magnolium.
With its negligent conduct indicates the quilt's lighting lip.
You are the kiwi of my violenet breath.
Sodden me and let my substance drink.
What epiphany does the jaguar contain?
How little we love and how much it appreciates the phenomena of this universe.
It was the sunrise of the ostrich.
Here I am, an absent minded curves died in the archipeligos of umbrella.
It was the late afternoon of the turkey.
A tetrahedron in a line,
the neon workings of loving law.
Our new sphere, our soft alcove loops.
Sometimes a piece of the sky
decays like a stars in the sky in my shoulder.
Juice was no longer right at the recording threshold.
weather, careless lights like the tree.