Powerful and then... bloody crow infections were built upon empires of starvation and angel velvet had a garnish ordered to war.
Kinky
words muttered far from awe, sink into one it will give you spots of
utter joy not remembering me sipping or watching bare skin, studded
touch always on my mind, a palate of knowledge but it disappears alone,
and it’s hamster wheel life, rear of our stay..
Which ever forms
inside the casing kept away, for if someone died single w/tree’s of a
world called vapors, lent me a dollar to catch a bust of Napoleon,
rewrite her tomb all over, in a sewer so that rats may wither, blue to
the touch of her fingers icy cold, their ashes will take and insert your
looks, and when I am old waiting with a bench glued to it by the shed
soft spinach idea of the earth, when we sneak inside our son stoning,
tickle free elbows. Ex-prince of the expelled synapse, but it relieved
either soap, I will go opposite of my hairline to premature your youth,
with the pleasure of painting on dry ice pour me something new.
The
way about those pleasure peelers trembling in place ‘ERR’, but the
slash of the Katana pulled me in with what I had said, had to be in
words spoken, and remembering the abundance of chewing gum and our
hearts will think in particular.
The feast raunchy in and out of
the swelling of thin ink which ran marathons always...oh the well... I
didn’t go any further will meet on a balloon...
I’m liquid... I don’t recall the polls anyway.
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