(By taxi. The rain swells the silence of poplars.)
- ... In the wake of the liquid films that split your vision of fresh blades, what do you breath of liquid water that you steal? To edge towards the costs of contending blades of your cheeks, you know the price of blood that pours breath, and pours ...?
- ... a bird unviable?
- Yes. The window so small and the gulf so good. The same palpitation.
- But underwater, are you talking about mirages? You have been suspected. Some theory ...
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- The tears that the heart of a child releases are not enough to deflate it.
- Your child?
- No, the water of the seas fluorescing eye fraternal feared for water blanching the seas. I found thee in the ditch. I came, I conquered independence, I received applause crowd chanting "this is a .... "
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- A crowd I received applause, chanting" this is a .... "
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- He feared lest hope that the sea water shimmering like silver poplars that silence shakes
... - ... like the aura of epileptic
milky way ... - ... as bronze heralds itself undressing ...
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- as ... your tear when you ... I
- Yes.
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(Elsewhere: A huge dam lit by a recent accident.)
- The child is under water. I just get you into the ditch?
Do not open the horizon that buffers lame sleepy roses roses roses that buffer sleepy passions unviable.
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(By taxi, initial)
- Thou hast written. Your departure was speaking earlier, you thought: "I saw your memories (your shadow?) In the forest (sandy ?) Makes me front "
- theories are not the Muses. Remain distant from the possible of brightness constancy theories. Scrape your arm against the plaster.
- Mens to the child under water. The past (poplars, necks, chips) will make you weak drenched early untouchable.
- Placing my finger over the eye, I'd know better ...
- ... the infinite mystery of my completion?
- The tears that details of your beauty ...
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- Goats made you switch. Does not infer the drainage of the heart the fineness of the mist.
- The goats made me sob. Made me such an orgasm frozen ... (incorruptible: the theory does not convince me. Only your independence, you know what ...
- ... against my palms, your ice fluorescent bird is unsustainable: the same ice lightning I maintain it.)
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- The crowd bronze better than theories predicted herald. She cheered us ...
- At the time, I opened the horizon to see lame reflect your tears.
- Goats you are still tipping over and pay and pay, and pays for miles ...
- infinite ... ...
- ..., poured your heart ....
- Say that your voice is telling the truth.
(On a slab.)
- Just a few miles from his home ruined volumes (the gap of young poplar) you read a sound. In the future, note that I will make better. By you.
