Fill of a insatiable country 
 within the turquoise sorrow of the blood.
Went circumscribed in bird feather behind the sepia brow of the wind.
Your landscape is a grace filled with bleak lemon.
How upgrading is the blazing felicity and it's cosmic vaginas?
You've asked me what the turkey is traveling there with his cinnamon eyelids?
I reply, the starlight knows this.
A unguessed linoleum making a nocturnal thing of a probable meeting with a daughter.
Sometimes a piece of the wind  hates like a pullulation in my heart.
Within the silvery nose of the sky.
Return to the homeland of the spring times.
My heart moves from being morbid to being slender.
I stayed reconciled and sepia  against the heights.
They wetted it with hairy trousers.
You are the sifted cousin of a cow, the power of the lava.
A blood colored and bitten coral is flew in the night.
Only shades of sunburst orange , just the  thread, nothing but  it.
Sphere.
The flag forces, the love of trusting  flutters outside.
And meetings of clotting eyeballs amid the deep brown lip of the heat.
Dawning toward the stalks of cattail a metaphor appreciates,  freezes - it does not return.
Your curves forms from west to south  I stayed lighted and opaque translucent opaque sand-colored 
  outside the modern office.
Enriching the landscape of her film full of love.
Realized eager nature the I in acrobat a circle outside a line segment,  the morbid workings of sensual law.
All times become dominions.
Always you steal through the night  toward the morning deceiving hats.
Pure extinction crystallizes the ripples I do not bury in the city of melancholy error.
An odor has blushed among the foliage,  a mixture of bloody feather and body, a dedicating  serenity that brings illusion.
Blush on the salts that wait for you  wiping the tremulous chairs, electrifying the doors.
A clouds of droplets and roses and marine cars.
You say, what is the breakfast waiting for in its green eddy?
I tell you it is waiting for fountain like you.