Bring the sky
Babble broken world
Judge the water
Whimper rumour time
With the pig the charges sweet
Explain
A sea too full
You find some parents from the day
Affecting fruit for heroes
Plundered by the
Grotesque cry
Of makers
South is dark sink
Face you see will
Run the next
Lovely mistake
This attack more white out is a
Side like evil raised
Before the sand stone zeal
Of faithful grounds
We just explored a kick this smile
And youth is beauty found
For new dream tombs to give
But lightly
That said
A time might come for letters instead
Of passion’s innocent truth
After the margin’s last stories have fallen
The mark that sleeps deep in the body of
Open report
Must tell all
And commit to
Fly media attack root again
It comes well forgot
Extra damn boom time
Ma-ma
Take fire
Dat monkey well good
Look quietly to the eyes unwashed
The table charged with oil
It’s in this fretful cloth
That change stops understanding
Time waves doubt around the minds
Of frightened masters
When good ideas cut all the corners off of
Problems that elaborate the wonders of
Empty money
Say
Little shadow
Could this village screaming
Be the union of fortune
And discordant form
Are the foods you must bear too smelly to taste
You preserve doubt with shameful depletion
Around your certain rain things happen first and feelings plant
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