They ask for who they are
Mosses that the forehead rests on
Array the sides of the pawn
Somehow one loves this way
Motion in the night spruce number
The way one wants truth to be
Exploit the resonating
A transparent green one,
Only partially scriptural sky
The skirt enfolds you, a knife in the hills,
No one could play awe of the listener
Coded into the return piece
I start to be dead, it does seem like a sail
Or abacus pounding on the thighs,
Summer’s over enough just not ever tolerable
The forests went up too different were they to pass
This is the way I wanted it to be
Right that others praise with hatred,
The others which is something all your
Content to pass on the inward known
If it would be like that, like I know it had been
I’ve not asked like braids
Followed behind him through ferns
Dark face is silver, when it’s led by him
Forced him to create in the speakers the second wave
Each by moving today the ideal worlds
Far from privacy islands learn and select
If one triumphed you are with us energy body
I put it up him never understood how ultimate
Kept asserting back the multiple I thought why lessen
Make it different to flight source pieces water feels
No really, once in my lap I brought glue
And he said it’s almost healed
I want if it is to be known the piece of ground spilt
On grass steps the laugh was like American ones
It amends to the living shows as it does the teardrop maze
Such as the day feels like powers
He walks with the candle, the pretzel torn in two
That event proper to the other become picture
The replies, small floral men, I’m going the slow
A thigh on the hot abacus gives a square
The apron with flexible trims Sheeps faces,
we near December The correspondence is bottle. The drawing shan’t among
St the holster, throwing metal nuts the eversleeping door
Swaths of vegetal The body beside the flesh
makes it reality, the stick smelled like liquor
I cross to us I thought she had lifted her skirt but it was light,
To not feel peace in the afternoon harness
I am sending fuck prayers
Shuts us into the open. Otherwise it is known as my wife!
They ask for who they are
Mosses that the forehead rests on
Array the sides of the pawn
Somehow one loves this way
Motion in the night spruce number
The way one wants truth to be
Exploit the resonating
A transparent green one,
Only partially scriptural sky
The skirt enfolds you, a knife in the hills,
No one could play awe of the listener
Coded into the return piece
I start to be dead, it does seem like a sail
Or abacus pounding on the thighs,
Summer’s over enough just not ever tolerable
The forests went up too different were they to pass
This is the way I wanted it to be
Right that others praise with hatred,
The others which is something all your
Content to pass on the inward known
If it would be like that, like I know it had been
I’ve not asked like braids
Followed behind him through ferns
Dark face is silver, when it’s led by him
Forced him to create in the speakers the second wave
Each by moving today the ideal worlds
Far from privacy islands learn and select
If one triumphed you are with us energy body
I put it up him never understood how ultimate
Kept asserting back the multiple I thought why lessen
Make it different to flight source pieces water feels
No really, once in my lap I brought glue
And he said it’s almost healed
I want if it is to be known the piece of ground spilt
On grass steps the laugh was like American ones
It amends to the living shows as it does the teardrop maze
Such as the day feels like powers
He walks with the candle, the pretzel torn in two
That event proper to the other become picture
The replies, small floral men, I’m going the slow
A thigh on the hot abacus gives a square
The apron with flexible trims Sheeps faces,
we near December The correspondence is bottle. The drawing shan’t among
St the holster, throwing metal nuts the eversleeping door
Swaths of vegetal The body beside the flesh
makes it reality, the stick smelled like liquor
I cross to us I thought she had lifted her skirt but it was light,
To not feel peace in the afternoon harness
I am sending fuck prayers
Shuts us into the open. Otherwise it is known as my wife!
