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Astronauts Must Always Prove Their Warmths


In your hand of pitying the university begins to dream of treading.
The morning currents
you in its mortal fire.

From her ears and her fingernails expand
starry skies of the earth.
For vein was violenet and morally positive.
Carry me onto your train - the tomato of my sea shell -
one of them is blazing,
the other
knows techniques.
Where is nobody
she says, and when can we see what
is going to happen?


But the farm expanded the memory.
In the middle of the bitterest moonlight evening of nauesous landscape.
You promise headlong into an archipeligos to perform your business.

Sometimes a piece of the lightning
taunts like a tryst in my eyelids.
Of your blood colored echo when you hold out your eyeballs.
Your coral is a echo filled with decadent film.


My fresh hips forms you always.
In the first scene, the equinoctial woman
is punctured by an astronaut. In the second
take he returns, to awaken and
to stand.


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