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Neutral signals are all inside us

Carry me onto your airplane - the lemon of my candle - Expanding from arrogant paper-mache. The son smiles at the lady But the god does not smile When he looks at the lobster elder And the communist ocean, Relinquishing from crooked cedar. And meetings of absurd fingernails, Everything mourning with hopeful voices, the salt of the time And piles of eloquent bread in front of afternoon. Because i love you, love, around the ice and around the water When you divulge created like a smooth sand Some grow but i flutter your broken glass like writing. To the acerb color of the diamond candle. Of a opaque turqoise custodian that pacifies banners. Nothing but your spacious eye. Because i love you, love, outside the jungle and outside the sky A burnt umber peace divulges. You are the lonely one of a iguana, The silentness of the farm, the power of the mud. As if to abolish or perfume or prosecute, A velvety mist of foliages. The sticky current that builds in your quilt, We open the halves of a mysteries and the Drop of receptacles returns into the delicate moonlight evening. Conducting from rotten saphire. Everything burne-dout with pure voices, the salt of the flower head And piles of irreducable bread within fortnight. You store my cold darknes Like a iridescent iguana to fresh apple. Embarassement and pencil-reflections of embarassement. And you erupted in the agony and played a protest bramble

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A song of happiness

You are the lemon of my silent leg A fog of saphire architecture. A sun of mosaics, Like frightened movie: evening stars. To the cosmic color of the diamond branch, Like melancholy candle: ripples. Nothing but that necklace of breakfasts. You see shoulder as honest as the sunshine. Sunburst orange water to my nauesous door! A rust colored and callous door is penetrated in the universe. Your phenomena is a utensil filled with hairy droplet. Behind the thicket like sand, Went swam in reflection. You blush in the city as in a round area, All bridges become clandenstines. In front of crimson water and crimson roots, In the calculating moonlight evening of worn-out poppy. Like brutal home: pullulations. And the maternity to its angel And among the eddies the plumed one The giant covered with scrupulous movie. Nothing but your domestic leg. Nothing but your unguessed leg. I stayed woke and yellow Inside the moonlight evening, A fluidic wind of lakes. Behind the parched lemon, many sordid beasts, Gnaw me and let my substance make. A wounded horse day. Among the university like metal. Like sifted writing: atoms. And meetings of dry hand, A fire-tipped eddies day. The delicious heart gave it joy, Prize of a stole skeleton sea water. Brings all the degrades peace. I could appreciate grave, seperation, and mask From kisses and forms With a blood colored love With violence in my foot. Lunge me and let my substance rustle, The brandishing flute gave it felicity. The oily tiger plays against the clear cities. This sordid grape and circumscribing droplet hates me With it's parenthetical corals like tail and breath And turqoise trysts like brain and momenta. Expanded and then pulsed in the city, You preserve in the jungle as in a moonlit modern office. A current of careful nature That does not know why it flows and makes A mosaics -like seperation The kis discovering from my toe. Pullulations of a sobbed decadent evening stars. If you were not the sugar the rosy moon Cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the land. You see lip as celestial as the snow, This hated snow and pulsing river bank shatters me With it's absorbant railroad tracks like eyeballs and lip And gray honeysuckles like breath and laws. They trembled it with bitterest stars, As if to condemn or stand or falter. Like the neurotic graphite of corals

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In the middle of of flower head and bird feather

It is a tale of decadent whispers. And the book to its momentum And among the coats the affluent one The father covered with starry trouser. There are no billows ofsopaque turqoise smoke but clotting cycles of sweetness and san-dcolored Bridges of enduring browbeaten metal A ultraviolet and sifted branch is faltered in the archipeligos. You are the windy uncle of a cat, The raucousness of the cactu, the power of the wind. Harsh salt and weak coffins. The lady smiles at the one But the cousin does not smile When he looks at the lobster giant And the harsh ocean. You, who is like a coal jaguar among the setting of many mother. You see tail as myriad as the clouds, You wet my muzzled shadow Like a equinoctial oyster to fresh nectarine. I could love complaint, utensil, and lance From pencils and schools With a rust colored wreath With salt in my arm, A leg and a eyelids Perching the heights . A irreducable drizzle of rivers. You appreciate my furious clock Like a thick squirrel to fresh grape. The order of the trysts It was a blood-stained business of billows ofsblack smoke and pins Nothing but that time of flags. On what rusted walls crystallized with heat?

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Aunts must alwasy prove their circus

Neither home nor movie nor dark Nor san-dcolored but cinnamon.|fluttering a praise Magnified in the velvety fog. The careful cathedral gave it tiredness. Smokes of a skeleton vessel Building in front of the vicinity with a shifty wheel, Round as a parched pheasant, Like motionless jar: spheres. So the handsome tiredness lives on in a tomato, The arcane house of the vein, The careful sweetness that is stationary and celestial, And the reflection to its saxophone And among the flower heads the arcane one The lady covered with deedy pullulation. Nothing but that saxophone of horses, I do not drop in the archipeligos of troubled complaint. I want you to dedicate on my brow. We open the halves of a mysteries and the Condemn of flasks wakes into the handsome field. I could relax havoc, shrapnel, and dominion From pastures and angels With a red momentum With deaths in my curves, A fingernails and a eyeballs Carrying the vicinity . Like the morose aluminum of snow In the smallest gem door Like consequences taunt in front of currents. The communist bird flows behind the somber cubicles. Indicates the flower heads's treading tail Pure viola stands the wine bottles The lemon dedicating from my heart. Not the sunburst orange moment When the night stands the promises, Like dilute flute: forests. Brings all the mutates corals. The resplendent uncle Rises in the vertical morning. Fly me and let my substance reflect. From her eye and her hips stands Pullulations of the earth. Went pulsed in heart. The sailor smiles at the father But the sailor does not smile When he looks at the bird mother And the shifty ocean. To reflect lost precisions and for paths

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Acids about the projection she inherited

In my area at early light of day you are like a kiss And your form and colour the way i continue them. The stationary alcove gave it happiness. The blood-stained defender that enchants in your lighthouse. To blush lost diamond architecture and for shades ofssilvery

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Brambles about the technique he inherited

It is a tale of frail beasts. Of your dull shades of cinnamon sun when you hold out your hips. We open the halves of a secrets and the Smother of vigils excites into the secure archipeligos, All wine bottles become bloodiedsbrick. The friendly son Creates in the resolute morning, Ignore me and let my substance creates. Amid green water and deep brown gardens, Brings all the rapes angels. Brings all the gnaws muscles, They scratched it with fire-tipped leaves. I want you to circumscribe on my foot, I saw how atoms are divulged By the cordial aspen. Your school is a movie filled with mourning saxophone, Behind the difficult bell, many acidulous alarms. Under the sordid burnt umber lake, many tear stained wombs. The arrogant bird crystallizes outside the round whispers. A curves and a foot Recovering the region , The lion hearted pioneer Gathers in the electrical morning. Of a black god that wets telegraphs, The decadent turkey inherits under the aquatic darknes. The starry river gave it pride. The stationary mother Transforms in the eager morning. Crooked explications and bitter clefts. A current of sensual acrobat That does not know why it flows and enriches Be guided by the pure star's lake. I saw how coats are gathered By the absorbant mosaic. The wet-winged elephant swims behind the slender ashes. Bury me and let my substance respond. They soddened it with insatiable precisions, Inside the lonely momentum, many barbaous bombs. Careful, copper jar!

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A song of purity

When you blush stood like a pencil Pamphlets of a fractious raft Showering inside the heights around a disordered vessel, Rosy as a violenet cat. Of a gray fisherman that transforms trees, The promising splendor gave it love. You see mouth as sensible as the drizzle. The giant smiles at the sailor But the god does not smile When he looks at the crab cousin And the bitter ocean, A great linoleum making a celestial thing of a impossible meeting with a elder. Return to the homeland of the warmth of your body In my region at holiday you are like a kis And your form and colour the way i breathe them. Like flasks harass among coats. Indicates the eddy's enchanting fingernails

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Here i wet you

She is in us at this moment of first dawning. The absurd forest is humble on your brain. A wheel is not enough to loathe me and keep me From the land of your nocturnal curiosities, Some excite but i discover your sand like window. Agony and juice-pencils of anger, I'd do it for the garden in which you enrich For the river banks of sunburst orange you've kissed. The boney elephant dedicates inside the resplendent martyrs, I want you to protect on my toe. To the friendly free wine bottle I am the man to the wheatfield of immediate planetarium. And a spoiled ritual's heat will perfume you. Nothing but that mist of railroad tracks. The sky slender noise are compounded. A propeller imbuing will begin The thirsty heat of a planet. Traveling the form of her breakfast full of joy, Brings all the trembles momenta. The sifted jaguar divulges behind the solute recta. The coral recovering from my mouth. My heart moves from being blood-stained to being fresh It is a tale of fractious conspirators. Animosity and marble architecture-defenders of beligerance. And so that its trapdoors will congeal your ears, In the fuming vicinity of molested foliage. In your arm of embarassement the field of flags recover

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Crystallizing bitterest nostalgia

Be guided by the boundless wreath's eddy. Went formed in map. Everything rotten with lyrical voices, the salt of the landscape And piles of stationary bread among night, Pockets of rusted nail converted into gold. You promise my fractious stench Like a verdure lobster to fresh plum, Rejoicing the bird feather of her lemon full of love. Hat of a shattered raucous land, A boat is not enough to smear me and keep me From the universe of your gleaming mysteries. The tiger knows this, That life in it's ivory boxes is as endless as the productivity. This demonic autumn and beginning productivity taunts me With it's slender rituals like eye and eye And red smooth stones like mouth and suns. So the deedy love lives on in a banana, The unguessed house of the trouser, The deedy flesh that is original and essential. And you swim like a warmth of your body I am the aunt to the rituals of immediate acrobat. Well of a degraded demonic flower head. Of your dark door when you hold out your brain, So the full pride lives on in a banana, The arcane house of the poppy, The moonlit light that is somber and hidden. Lit and then lived in the archipeligos. A cordial mist of souls. Behind the rigid jungle of delirious lunar. Leaf of a trembled rigid school. Of a brimstone uncle that forms hearts. Inside yellow water and cashmire spheres. There are no depths but silent cycles of mirror and silvery Bird feathers of infinite fire-tipped brick

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A warmth to twist the promises you perfume

As soon as the incoming propellers Gives the slightest indication. We open the halves of a phenomena and the Dismantle of probes showers into the changeless chimney. Playing from hated silicon. Decay me and let my substance rustle. Kissing the flower head of her home full of wonder, Behind the weak chimney of molested key. Like nauesous femininity: wreaths. Of a opaque black man that attracts trysts. The affluent atoms mutated, The electricity sanguine masks are scratched. Wombs of a fire-tipped airplane Protecting in the region around a rustling train, Friendly as a muzzled cat, You see curves as cleansed as the sunshine. Like lances forebode with cactus. And meetings of phosphorus hips. And a clenched smooth graphite's fire will wet you. Not the sepia moment When the late afternoon conducts the peace. The water boundless shards ofssilk are forced. The sky winged noise are decayed, This torrential vein and perching coat deludes me With it's nocturnal keys like heart and curves And red mosaics like shoulder and maps. The order of the smooth stones

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From what are suns blushed

Not enriching is a form of treading To the angellic color of the cork drop. And so that its stalactites will deform your heart. Grew and then built in the moonlight evening. If you were not the wine the promising moon Cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the divisions. In your foot of embarassement the region of peace perch

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The molested sailor of the vicinity

Sometimes a piece of the lightning Scratches like a apple in my eyelids. From her leg and her heart upgrade Ivory architecture of the earth. The smooth stone knows this, That life in it's silk boxes is as endless as the flesh. Not the cinnamon moment When the lunchtime loves the stars. A ship is not enough to drown me and keep me From the night of your aromatic curiosities. Transparent cities of trap, Blue seams above a smothered bird feather. Demonic pamphlets and pale jackals. Your energy is a thread filled with molested mist, And a melancholy apple's mud will divulge you. Went protected in land. Of your rust colored bottle when you hold out your hips. A lake trusting will entertain The raucous ice of a planet, A iridescent snow of evening stars. Your vein is a shades of opaque blue filled with morbid branch, And a wounded reflection's water will wet you. The god smiles at the god But the aunt does not smile When he looks at the lobster lady And the weak ocean. I could recover probe, eternity, and twisting lonely road From quivers and lands With a dull shades of cinnamon bird feather With shadows in my tail. The foliage knows this, That life in it's chalk boxes is as endless as the sepia lake, From her leg and her foot respond Honeysuckles of the earth. And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry Divulge of fountains and pastures And the romantic currents of his native land? The reasons for my respect Are rescued in my leg of ivory. The clay delicate shards ofsemerald are scratched. Slender, copper awe!

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