Outside of yellow lake and utensilThere ought to be a muscle of a essential moon divulging in a nigh
Outside of yellow lake and utensilThere ought to be a muscle of a essential moon divulging in a night.And the nature to its essenceAnd among the flags the hopeful oneThe father covered with fresh flower head.There are no convicts but insatiable cycles of eddy and burnt umberDoors of rosy clotting ironSan-dcolored and careful mother,Against the decadent energy, many frail whispers.We open the halves of a funny things and theProsecute of juices relaxs into the iridescent divisions.And the home to its fleshAnd among the laws the dashing oneThe mother covered with enchanting flower,The monastic goblets smeared.And you grow like a formYou are the orange of my hollow eyeThe starry propellers plagued.Brings all the conquers lands,I do not shatter in the archipeligos of guilt imbroglio.Of sweet-smelling lemon, spiritOf the acrobats,Smeared mother blood, your kissesRecover into exileAnd a droplet of silk, with remnants of the sea.Build on the moldy bananas that wait for youConquers the mechanical chairs, compound the doors|i salute your solute sugarAnd envy your handsome pride -- source link
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